Chapter 49: Reunions and expectations.

KIKI.

I sat up in my seat, my eyes widening. My palms were suddenly moist as I stared at the grown-up lady at the door. She hadn't noticed me because she was waving Claire over. I refused to think of the reasons why she would wave Claire over.

I may not have seen Fiorella in a long time, I may not have seen her in a while but I could never forget her face. Her face hadn't changed much. The only difference between the Fiorella of then and now was that this Fiorella is now a lady.

Yes, a lady.

A wealthy one.

The lady before me had dark hair. Her dark hair was gelled to her head at the front leaving the rest permed. Her bronze skin was as clear as light and I'm sure as hell that it would be soft. With well sculpted and arched brows, perfect brown orbs, and a nose with a red-coated lip, she looked hot.

She had on the latest designer blue jean, a matching white tube top, and a red kimono to top her wear. Her feet were clad in expensive six inches heels. The type that occupied her feet was sold exclusively at exorbitant prices. I looked down at my feet, staring at the old flip-flops I had on ashamedly.

Fifi had sunshades on. The sun shade which she must have removed when she stepped into the room was hanging in her hand, exposing her well-painted manicured fingers. Let's not even talk about the bag she had on or the audacious look on her face.

Fifi might be standing there but one thing was sure, she was no longer the sister I knew. She was bolder, beautiful, and stinkingly wealthy. This was the first time I was seeing her in years so it was taking me by surprise.

“Fifi,” I whispered. Rose heard snapped towards me in confusion. She must have heard my silent call of her name.

“You know her?” She asked, turning her head to stare at Fifi briefly before facing me again. Fifi was now talking to somebody on the phone.

“She's my...” Sweat broke out on my face and my voice felt strangled. “She is my sister, Rose.” I completed.

Rose moved back, taken aback by my words. Her face was contorted in confusion, her forehead furrowed to emphasize how confused she was.

“She is?” She asked in a kind of whisper. It struck me that she may not believe me. After all, down their standing would be one of the wealthy people that called the shots in this part of our world. I shook that thought away.

“Yes.” I nodded rapidly like a lizard. “She is Fiorella. The one I told you about.” I stuttered trying to get the words out. Rose got my hint and she gasped loudly, her hands clasped over her mouth in disbelief.

“Oh my God, Kiki!” She exclaimed in disbelief. She kept looking at me and then at Fifi, trying to see the similarities.

“I can't believe it too, Rose,” I mumbled holding her hand for support.

“What the hell are you doing here then? Stand up, common, go say hello to her.” She persuaded.

“I don't know. Do you think she would recognize me?” I asked, a bit worried. For all I know, she might not recognize me.

“Are you crazy? If she doesn't recognize you, then she is blind. And if she isn't blind, you tell her who you are.” She urged me, encouraging me.

“Don't you miss her?” She asked and I suddenly felt excited.

“Of course, I do,” I replied, getting up from my seat. I adjusted the clothes I had on. But suddenly, I didn't care about the clothes. All I wanted to do was to rush toward her and have her in my arms. And that was what I did.

“Oh my God!” I screamed, excited as I rushed towards her and jumped on her, enveloping her in a hug. She hadn't seen me coming. She hadn't even heard me cos she was still having a conversation with whoever was on the phone so she brought the phone down when I crashed into her excitedly.

I pressed myself onto her, cradling myself into her warmth. Her expensive perfume wafted into my nostrils and I sniffed on it nuzzling into her neck. But she wasn't hugging me back.

“I missed you so much. So so much. I can't believe it's you, Fifi. When I saw you come in from where I was seated, I knew it was you. I can't ever mistake you for anybody else. Oh my God, you are so beautiful and now tall. But I'm still taller than you though. How have you been? How is mum doing?” I mumbled, blabbing to her in excitement but she was still limped and wasn't speaking again.

“Get your filthy hands away from me!” She ordered, sensing my confusion at my quietness, maybe. My hands went limped and came off her body. I took a step back. Maybe I had hugged someone else.

She was staring at me, her expression fierce. When I looked around, I noticed she had managed to get the attention of everybody around as they were now staring at us. I didn't mind though. This was my sister. Maybe she didn't recognize me. After all, she was still small when it happened.

“You don't just go around touching people with your filthy hands, lady.” Her tone was soft yet audacious. Her accent was rich too. She scoffed as she eyed me. “And you should certainly check the people you touch. Do I look like I'm in your class?” She asked as murmurs erupted from the people around.

I was stunned, to say the least. Was this my sister? My Fifi? Maybe she didn't recognize me.

“Fifi, it's me Kiki. I'm your sister. You left with mum when we were kids, remember?” I tried to juggle up her memory. But when she snorted in dismissal, I realized I was making a mistake.

“And so what?” She asked, raising a brow at me.