"Cancel the order?" Ifẹ exclaimed in disbelief. "I'll go to your master myself," she declared firmly to the servants.
"We're going together," Abike chimed in, showing her solidarity.
"I'm not sure this is a good idea. He might not allow you in," the servant cautioned.
"And who, pray tell, is your esteemed master?" Ifẹ inquired with a raised eyebrow.
"Young lord Femi," the servant answered.
"What?!" Ifẹ and Abike exclaimed simultaneously, their shock palpable.
"So, that irritating man was the one who sent you," Ifẹ seethed, her anger boiling over. With a purposeful stride, she stormed out of the store, leaving Abike behind.
"Where are you going?" Abike called after her, bewildered.
"To that insufferable 'lord'," Ifẹ spat, her anger fueling her determination. "I'll make sure he understands I'm not just any ordinary lady—I'm a lady with the spirit of a man!"
"And don't forget to cancel the order before it's delivered to you as well," Abike called after her, concern evident in her voice.
As Ifẹ embarked on her mission to confront the young lord, fate took an unexpected turn. A man approached, inquiring, "Is this the multiple fashion store?"
"Indeed," Ifẹ and Abike answered in unison, their attention drawn to the newcomer.
"This is the delivery," the man announced, presenting Ifẹ's order.
"What?!" The shock of the unexpected delivery left both friends speechless.
"Ifẹ, should we return—" Abike began, but Ifẹ's voice cut her off.
"Ma'am, please remember our terms and conditions," the delivery man interjected politely, his patience unwavering.
Reluctantly, Ifẹ relented. "Fine, bring it in." She handed the order to Abike, who held it with a mix of confusion and concern. With determined steps, Ifẹ marched out of the store, her sights set on the young lord's residence.
"Wait!" Abike called out, but her friend was already on her way. She hurriedly paid the delivery man and then darted away, her heart racing as she tried to catch up with Ifẹ.
And so, against the backdrop of unexpected deliveries and fiery determination, the story unfolded. With each step Ifẹ took toward the young lord's residence, the tension grew, anticipation building for the confrontation that was about to take place. As Abike struggled to keep up, a sense of impending drama hung in the air,