Celebrity Crush Turned Deadly Love

The living room of the Okafor household was bathed in a soft golden glow from the TV. Outside, the crickets chirped a lullaby to the night, but inside, Chisom was wide awake, her eyes glued to the screen, heart fluttering with excitement.

Curled up on the couch in her fuzzy pink pajamas, she clutched a throw pillow as if it were a lifeline. The national entertainment award show was in full swing, and her favorite actor-David Isaac-was nominated for the biggest award of the night. Her face was lit with adoration, cheeks dimpling as she grinned at every flash of his face on the screen.

Just then, Daniella walked in, her wrapper tied lazily over her nightdress. She paused in the doorway and arched a brow.

"You're still up?" she asked, yawning. "This award show again?"

Chisom turned excitedly. "Yes, sis! Come and sit down, you'll enjoy it. They're about to announce the best actor of the year."

Daniella hesitated, then rolled her eyes with a chuckle. "You and this David Isaac. What are you even enjoying in all this glitz and grammar?" She sank into the couch beside her sister.

Chisom's voice dropped into a dramatic whisper. "I'm waiting to hear them call my romantic, cute, light-skinned guy. Just wait, you'll see. He's winning tonight."

Daniella shook her head with a smile. "You've truly fallen for this celebrity thing."

On the TV, the host, dressed in a sparkling gold suit, raised the microphone with flair.

MC: "Ladies and gentlemen... the moment we've all been waiting for... The award for Best Actor of the Year goes to..."

The hall on-screen fell into silence. Even Daniella leaned forward, caught in the suspense.

MC: "David Isaac!"

"YES!" Chisom screamed, jumping off the couch. "I TOLD YOU! I told you he would win!" She danced around the center rug like a child who just got extra meat in her stew.

Daniella glanced toward the hallway. "Better lower your voice before Daddy hears you. You know he doesn't joke with bedtime."

"Abeg leave Daddy matter," Chisom replied, flopping back onto the couch with a grin that stretched ear to ear. "Let me be happy for once!"

As David Isaac made his way to the stage on TV, Chisom clasped her hands together in joy.

He wore a perfectly tailored black tuxedo, his caramel skin glowing under the stage lights. The crowd roared as he reached for the mic.

Just then, a voice rang out from the hallway. "Chisom!"