Flash Fiction - Old Flames

“I would like you to meet my fiancée, Gbemi.” Tony said by way of introduction. I had seen the lady when she walked into the hall on his arm. 




I smiled at her as I took the hand she offered. 




“Hello Gbemi. It’s lovely to meet you,” I said. 




“Same here,” she replied, also smiling. She was very beautiful, tall and slim, with an oval face and high cheekbones. “Tony has told me so much about you.” 




Has he now? I wondered, my heart beating faster. Did he tell her t...