Tegan 2
Photo: from Google Tegan: a tall and fair lady, very comfortable in her skin. “I hate Mondays,” Tegan murmured to herself as she pulled up in the parking lot of Fashion Today. The drive wasn’t usually long, since Fashion Today was at Oregun and she lived at GRA and both places were located in Ikeja. She picked up her black Gucci handbag which was resting on the front seat, alighted from her Hyundai sonata. She had sauntered a few steps before she locked the car with the remote. She glided graciously across the interlocked floor with her Armani red bottom heels. She wore a red Chanel gown that stopped at her knees. It had a small slit that exposed just a bit of her right lap. The gown hugged her body and brought out every curve she had. Her lips were the same shade of red as her dress. She didn’t draw her eyebrows, she thought doing that was exhausting. Her hair was packed in a bun and a pair of gold hoop earrings hung from her ears. She wore a gold wristwatch on her left wrist an...