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Gigi; The Ice Queen

Gigi; The Ice Queen

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Summary Losing her father at a young age, Gigi Lawrence spent her life fighting for her family and career. After being in and out of relationships, she decided not to be in any relationship or get married but to make a name for herself and create an impact. She was determined in every way until she came across the captivating CEO of Lawrence Group, Ethan Lawrence, who puts everyone at his beck and call, except Gigi. Will they fall in love with each other? Will a wedding happen? Will Gigi change her perspective about relationships?

Chapter 1 It's Time.

On New Year's Day. A scorching sun but cool breeze was felt in Owerri, in the east part of Country N.

In just a few hours, the city was busy.

Gigi Lawrence just finished her last paper in the exam hall, ready to leave the hall with her fellow excited course mates.

At that moment, her phone vibrated, indicating new messages and other notifications.

Knowing it will be congratulations texts, she quickly took a selfie and posted with a caption, "So grateful, I'm speechless. It's finally over." Then she put it aside and followed others to have fun and get her white shirt signed.

It was a memorable day her.

"Ma..., Ma..., Ma Gigi." Peculiar tapped her.

Raising her head, and adjusting her blurred sight, she answered, "Yeah, P. wassup?"

"Were done arranging the sits and the banner is inside, let's go home, you look horrible and you need rest."

"Thank you dear, yeah, let's go. It's time." Gigi sat up straight, put her hands on her face. Then stood up to get her bag.

Inside the bus, Peculiar was looking at Gigi worriedly. She had known her for close to a year now as she was a student to the organization Gigi worked for.

Gigi just graduated and bagged her BSc late last year, and she has been working tirelessly because of responsibilities and because she will soon serve. Not for the country but for her church, something they call "Missions."

"Ma, should I follow you home? You look so weak."

"No, I'm fine. I just need to sleep."

"Do you have something to eat at home? Should we get something before heading home?"

"Peculiar, you're talking too much. Don't forget you'll drop before me. And no, I didn't cook but I'll get something before I get to my hostel. I'll take care of myself, don't worry."

"Okay. You'll soon leave us for missions. Then after a year, you'll go for NYSC. It'll be years before I get to see you again. Then who knows, you might even get married."

Gigi couldn't help but curl her lips into a silent, cold laugh as she replied Peculiar with a question, "Marriage?"

Peculiar is an innocent girl, light brown skinned, tall and slim with beautiful facial features. Knowing she has already though of her marriage made her feel a thing in her heart which made her uncomfortable for a second, but she hid it well.

"Yes, marriage. Maybe you'll see your man during missions, or when you're serving or even at your work place."

"Dropping! We're here, you can go. I'll see you tomorrow."

"Okay Ma, thank you. Take care of yourself."

Gigi replies with a kind smile.

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