Linda entered like a tour guide who already owned the property.
“Oh, Kelvin, I rearranged your living room. The old look was too American.”
Kelvin paused.
Too American.
He bought the house.
His mother beamed. “She has good taste.”
Kelvin nodded slowly.
He hadn’t even unpacked his suitcase when Linda clapped her hands dramatically.
“Let’s go shopping.”
Kelvin blinked. “Shopping?”
“Yes now. You just came from America. You need Nigerian designer wear, and I need a few small things.”
“Small?” Kelvin repeated carefully.
“Yes, very small.”
That word would later haunt him.
They arrived at a high-end boutique in Victoria Island.
The moment Linda stepped inside, it was as if she had received divine instruction.
She grabbed dresses, shoes, bags, perfumes, even sunglasses that looked like they could see into the future.
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