The next morning, Beatrice briskly left the hostel, eager to immerse herself in the day's classes. The experiences from her eventful summer, which had spurred her into starting her own business, were proving to be a catalyst for success. Favors seemed to align effortlessly on her path, and the dividends of her entrepreneurial venture were beginning to manifest. Pharmaceutical orders for hampers were pouring in, Mrs. Williams' order was secured, and she held hopeful anticipation for Harry's potential order.
Determined not to let anything hinder her progress in both business and academics, Beatrice, armed with versatile skills and impeccable multitasking abilities, efficiently planned, prioritized, and executed her responsibilities. The seamless coordination of her endeavors became a source of joy, marking the commencement of a promising new phase in her life.
After her classes, she headed to the library to meticulously tidy up the day's work. Her commitment to excelle
Life was a whirlwind, spinning faster than Beatrice could grasp. It felt like the moment one stepped into the first class, the next blink led to exams, and soon the semester had concluded, ushering in the long-awaited Christmas break. Yvonne, her entrepreneurial friend who had reappeared on the scene, found it challenging to catch up with Beatrice amidst the rapid pace of events. The two friends managed to squeeze in occasional meals, but the relentless march of days left them yearning for more time together.Amidst the chaos of wrapping up Christmas orders, Beatrice's focus had been laser-sharp. The demands of her budding enterprise required meticulous attention, and every waking moment seemed dedicated to ensuring the success of her business venture. As the last festive glitz hamper was prepared and dispatched, Beatrice found herself at the threshold of a well-earned break.Returning home for Christmas, the Kenan household welcomed Beatrice with open arms. The family
Boxing Day dawned with Beatrice eager to surprise her friend Shola with a homemade cake for her birthday celebration later in the evening. The scent of festivity still lingered in the air from Christmas, and Beatrice, with her culinary skills, aimed to add a sweet touch to the holiday cheer.As Beatrice embarked on her baking endeavor, the kitchen became a hub of activity. Her younger sisters, Tina and Evelyn, emerged from their holiday-induced stupor, seeking early morning sustenance in the form of leftover turkey. The trio navigated the kitchen space, each with their own agenda for the day.Beatrice, accustomed to the holiday chaos, swiftly prepared turkey sandwiches with stuffing for her sisters, ensuring they were adequately nourished for the day ahead. With the duo settled in a corner, munching on their early morning bites, Beatrice seized the opportunity to focus on her baking project.The kitchen, adorned with the remnants of Christmas feasts, became a pl
Yvonne's brisk approach carried with it a sense of urgency and concern as she asked Beatrice about the girl in the red mid-length dress across the room. Trying to get a clear view, Beatrice vaguely recognized the face—a girl with long hair to her shoulders and heavily made up. Curiosity piqued, Beatrice questioned Yvonne's inquiry. "Why do you ask?" Beatrice wanted to know. In response, Yvonne began recounting an unsettling encounter. She had recognized one of her customers in the group and decided to greet her. However, the conversation took an unexpected turn when the topic of the cake came up. According to Yvonne, the waiter, responding to inquiries about the cake's origin, had revealed that Beatrice not only brought it but had personally crafted it for Shola's special day. As Yvonne continued her account, disbelief and frustration colored her tone. "Would you believe this girl took that simple answer and assassinated you?" she exclaimed. According to Yvonne, the
The clock struck 4:00 AM, signaling the early hours of a Friday morning on Camden Street. A group of impeccably dressed young men emerged from Studio 39, exuding an air of sophistication that set them apart from the ordinary crowd. Their tailored suits and confident demeanor were unmistakable signs of power and affluence, providing a glimpse into a world beyond the average. Among this group of individuals was Yomi, a man who had recently assumed the title of Captain. Having arrived just a few days earlier, Yomi was deliberately maintaining a low profile, strategically navigating the landscape as he sought to integrate into the new environment. Though dressed unassumingly, the group carried themselves with an inherent sense of authority and wealth, a silent proclamation of their status. Yomi, once a familiar face back home in Nigeria, now preferred to go by a different moniker, embracing the identity he had crafted for himself. Today's rendezvous held significant impo
Stepping out of the boat club, Rachel and her friends formed a lively cluster of about ten people, preparing to head home. George had gone to retrieve the car, and as Yvonne and Beatrice emerged, ready to leave, Beatrice couldn't help but notice the girl in the red dress. Determined to clarify if they had any acquaintances, Beatrice decided to approach her.Walking past Rachel, who still exuded a brash confidence, she heard a voice calling, "Hi, Beatrice!" Turning towards Rachel, Beatrice responded with a raised eyebrow, "Do I know you?" Rachel, seemingly undeterred, retorted, "Oh, now you don't know me. If I knew you were here, I would have come over to say hi."Beatrice, maintaining her composure, smiled and scoffed, "Oh, you didn't know I was here to say hi, but you had the guts to fabricate all those lies about me, Shane, Shandie, and James. If you knew I was here, which of your lies would you have retracted? Or what else could you have added? That I was having an
The morning sun heralded a new day for Beatrice, and she awoke with an abundance of energy that seemed to exceed the requirements of the moment. Festive Glitz, her budding hamper business, had received a handful of new orders, and business was expected to settle into a quieter phase, or so she had initially thought. However, the night had been anything but restful for her. Opportunities loomed large in her mind, each one beckoning her entrepreneurial spirit.With less than six weeks on the horizon, Beatrice saw a window of opportunity that demanded meticulous planning and swift action. Unable to contain her excitement, she leaped out of bed and embarked on a mission to organize the impending venture. The first order of business was drafting a comprehensive list of cakes to be featured in the upcoming offerings. The array included delightful flavors such as strawberry and chocolate, vanilla and chocolate, lemon drizzle, and the perennial favorite, red velvet.As she del
Beatrice turned to her phone and read the text: Dear Beatrice, I want to sincerely apologize for the hurtful and baseless stories I fabricated about you, alleging that you caused the breakup between Shandie and James. I falsely claimed that you were notorious for chasing men and had numerous sugar daddies funding your lifestyle. I am deeply remorseful for my actions, and I want to set the record straight. The truth is, I was jealous of your relationship with James and Shane, and I let that jealousy cloud my judgment. I honestly don't know what got into me, and I deeply regret my senseless actions. I understand the gravity of the lies I spread, and I am committed to correcting my mistakes. I am following every instruction to publicly apologize to you on all platforms that carried those false claims. I am prepared to label myself a stupid fool and a nobody seeking clout because that's the reality of my actions. I acknowledge the pain I've caused you, and I am sincerely sorry. I appe
In the quietude of the following morning, a rare moment of tranquility allowed Beatrice the opportunity for a heartfelt conversation with her mother. Seated in the coziness of their home, surrounded by an atmosphere of familiarity and warmth, Beatrice decided to share the intricate details of her personal life and the ever-expanding canvas of her burgeoning business endeavors. During her stint at school, Beatrice's mother had not merely been a distant observer but an active participant in the intricacies of Festive Glitz. Her unwavering support had been a cornerstone of the venture's success, ensuring the seamless fulfillment of orders and contributing to the growing reputation of Beatrice's budding enterprise. Recognizing the depth of her mother's involvement, Beatrice felt compelled to elevate her acknowledgment from an implicit understanding to a more formal recognition. With gratitude and a sense of responsibility, she broached the subject of placing her mother on the pa