"Come on, up."
Dare said, hooking his arm in Tari's and forcing her to her feet.
She
stared up at him. "I'm enjoying the music."
"You’ll
still be able to hear it backstage." Dare said. "I have another pass
for you. Let's go congratulate my fiancée."
"Do
we have to?" Tari muttered, leaning into him as they left their seats and
headed through the back entrance.
"Yes."
Flashing
their passes at the bouncer, they pushed into the crowd that seemed to have
suddenly materialized backstage.
Dare
scanned the room. Who the hell were all these people? And then he saw her.
Wumi.
In a white sheath dress that hugged her curves. Her long braided hair was wound
up into a bun at the back of her head, giving him a perfect view of that sleek,
gazelle-like neck. Damn, she was stunning.
Their
gazes linked over the throng.
Grinning,
Wumi rushed over. She flung her arms over his neck, eyes glowing. "Babe, I
did it!"
"You
did." Dare smiled, slipping his hands around her waist, and drawing her
body nearer. He whispered against her mouth, "You were superb. I'm very
proud of you."
“Awww, baby..." Wumi crooned,
touching her lips to his.
Dare's
body stirred. The feel of those soft, bouncy breasts against his chest, the
delicious smell of her perfume... coconut, and a hint of musk.
"Take
it down a notch, please. I'm here too." Tari announced, one eyebrow
cocked.
Dare
and Wumi laughed, but they inched apart, one of Dare's arms still wrapped
around her waist.
"Wumi,
you were... amazing..." A man, face half-covered by large round
black-framed eyeglasses, in a linen shirt over blue jeans, launched himself at
them.
"Yaya!"
Wumi exclaimed, beaming. He kissed her cheeks, one after the other.
"You
walked the runway like you owned it, oomph!" Yaya shouted, laughing.
"And who are these cool people?"
Wumi
patted Dare's cheek, saying, "This is Dare DaSilva, my darling." She
tilted her head toward Tari. "And that's my friend, Tari Johnson."
"Pleased
to meet you, Dare, Tari."
Wumi
added, nodding at Dare and then Tari, "He's the designer, Yaya Obo."
Dare
shook his hand. "Great job."
Tari
did the same. She smiled at him. "You're very talented."
"Thank
you, both." Yaya said.
Wumi
said, "Yaya studied fashion in London. He's done shows in London, New
York, Milan... I love his clothes."
Tari
nodded. "I agree. The orange and teal one she wore... love, love,
love."
Pushing
the glasses up his nose, Yaya said, "Thanks. I designed that one with Wumi
in mind. I was invited to show my clothes at this event, a fabulous opportunity
I couldn't pass up and for some reason, I sketched this dress minutes after,
thinking that this had to modeled by Wumi Osoba. No-one else. And even though
she was retired, I knew I would have to persuade her to do this one final show.
And luckily, she agreed."
"Thanks
for thinking of me, Yaya." Wumi said.
"It's
always a pleasure to work with you, you know that.”
“Will
you be able to make our wedding?” Wumi asked him.
“Of
course, Wumi. I wouldn’t miss it, though I wish you had given me more than a
month’s notice. I would have designed the perfect wedding dress.”
“That’s
so sweet of you, Yaya.” Wumi said, “But my stepmom insisted on buying me a Vera
Wang. She practically begged me to allow her handle that.”
“I
understand. Anyway, I hope you all had a great time. You know, I love being in
this building... It's one of the safest places to be in Abuja." Yaya said,
smiling.
Dare,
Wumi and Tari traded glances.
"Couldn’t agree more."
Dare said.
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