The sun rises as the day for the ball has finally come upon us. I had to get an outfit at the last minute, along with a fascinator. My hair is being styled at the moment, while the makeup artist is on standby waiting for the hairstylist to be done. I had my manicure and pedicure done yesterday after I was done with chores. The makeup artist applies my makeup, choosing faint, smoky eyes and a bold red lip to complement the classic look I'm going for. My fingers are adorned with a few pieces of knuckle rings and my neck with pearls, making sure every detail is perfect.Once they are both through, my heart races with anticipation as I walk to my bedroom mirror, my reflection staring right back at me like a vision of timeless elegance. The evening Jordan has been eagerly awaiting—the grand ball where he wants to showcase me to the world. I admire myself in the mirror; my reflection is a testament to my careful preparation, regardless of whether it was a last-minute preparation.The gown
"Brittney, thank God you are here. I almost thought I wouldn't survive tonight, but your presence assures me.”“I'm glad you are here too. Every time I see you, you never seem to be out of style. You look so lovely, and the outfit is great. I love how you added the fascinator; it gives a bit of mystery woman. I can only imagine the headlines on so many blogs tomorrow. “Who's the mystery woman behind the veil?" she says as she bursts out laughing and immediately lowers her laughter as a few heads turn towards us.“Thank you very much. Although I used it as a gimmick to hide,"“I see. Anyway, I want one of those. Preferably black too. Why are you hiding, if I may ask, any skeletons in your cupboard? Because, girl, you have a big thing coming. Trust this jobless set of people to dig it out.”“Can you see the swam of paparazzi buzzing all over Jordan and me? To me, that's more than a thousand reasons to flee into hiding.”“You’ll get used to it eventually. Where is he, though?”“Somewhere
“Ray, you are going to be late for school if you don’t hurry up.” I say, picking up her school's Dr. Martens low-cut boot."I can’t wait for the weekend again so we can go out this time,” Ray says, and I nod, agreeing."Don't worry, it will be the weekend soon." I reassure“Alright, anyway, I’m excited to go to class today.”“Anything special happening?”“No, just that we get to share stories of what we were up to during the weekend.""Alright, that sounds fun. Let’s get you downstairs for breakfast."We go downstairs, and Ray makes herself a bowl of cereal. As soon as she’s done eating, she packs up her plate and drops it in the dishwasher."Is the young lady ready for school?” Mr. Daniel, the driver, asks, walking into the kitchen."Yes, I am." Ray answers“Alright, have a great day at school." I kiss her goodbye before she leaves.“So you’re just going to leave without giving me my kiss?” Jordan asks, appearing in the kitchen, and Ray laughs. She gives him a hug, and he carries her
As the days go by, I pray for courage and resilience to withstand whatever these trolls bring my way."Süsser, is Bryan hitting you up?” Jordan says, handing me my phone.“Let me see." I respond, wondering what he wants from me.“You seem fazed."Why is he sending me tonnes of messages?It must be good to sleep on a water bed and on a pillow made of feathers.Tables turn. The mystery lady is the talk of the city.A well-watered rose blooms, but the one that isn't falls to the ground and withers away. It is soon forgotten as the days go by.I saw that photo of you in the park. It reminds me of when we would play in the park until late in the evening. It was one of your favourite things. Mi amor.What in the world are all these weird text messages?“You haven't answered my question, sweet?” He asks, his tone a bit louder this time."Jordan, give me a break, please. I'm just processing it too. I ended things with him and deleted his number. You saw the messages. Did you see any previous
I can't help but notice Jordan's somewhat tense demeanour as we settle into the living room. The evening progresses with laughter and courteous exchanges, but it seemed like we were all dancing around the biggest problem in the room. Jordan and I pretend to be the ideal hosts, with him cuddling up to me and fixing our guests' needs while keeping our actual emotions under wraps and opting to be friendly in their presence.The Brooks, oblivious to our underlying argument, chat enthusiastically about their recent travels and share stories from their own lives. I nod, smile, and laugh in all the right places, but my mind keeps wandering back to the unresolved issues between me and Jordan.Dinner is a finely prepared meal made by me. The table is set impeccably, with candles casting a warm, flickering glow."Thank you for dinner; it was wonderful,” Jimmy Brooks compliments."Thank you very much." I respond, curtsying."We'll definitely host you the next time,” Samantha Brooks adds.“Thank
“Someone seems to be glowing really well lately.” Tony says.“You can say that again. Aside from the China project stress, I’ve been eating good food, drinking enough water, and enjoying some good love.”“Good to know. You haven’t told me why we are going to the car dealer. Any new car that tickles your fancy?” He asks, fixing his seatbelts.“None yet. I want to get one for Süsser.”“Hmmm.”“What’s hmmm?”“Nothing.”“Out with it,” I say, taking the next turn.“Why are you buying her a car?”“Because she’s my girlfriend. Why would you ask me such a question?”“I know you too well to know that you gift pretty big or expensive things as a way of apologising. So it’s either three things. She requested for a car, or her previous car got stolen, or you are buying her a car to apologise for God knows what. Which of them is it?”“It irks me that you and Brittney know me too well.”“Too bad. Which is it, though?”“We may have had a heated argument yesterday.”“And you rush to buy her a car?”“
I stand in the driveway of the mansion, a blindfold covering my eyes, my heart pounding with excitement as I anticipate what the surprise could be because, with Jordan, surprises never come small. I feel Jordan’s presence behind me as he gently removes the blindfold."Okay, Patricia," Jordan whispers in anticipation. “You can open your eyes now."I blink and adjust to the sudden light. I can’t believe what is in front of me. Parked in the driveway, glistening in the sunlight, is the latest Mercedes-Benz AMG GT 4 Door Coupe, with a ribbon neatly wrapped around it.My eyes widen in surprise as I turn to Jordan. My heart is overwhelmed with immense gratitude and surprise. To think I just mentioned it yesterday, and now it’s here. This feels so surreal. "Jordan, is this...is this for me or am I dreaming?”Jordan chuckles and grins, his eyes sparkling with delight. "Yes, Patricia. It's all yours, and I can pinch you right now just to let you know how real this is.”I couldn't help but let
Five solid months of pure bliss. There are a few arguments here and there, but it all gets sorted out via intense communication that same day. Arguments that often arise as a result of Jordan’s wanting to pay for virtually everything. Aside from that, I’m living my dreams and steadily threading the path to success.I’m slowly beginning to get immune to internet trolls. I’ve decided to leave headaches and cheap gossip for internet trolls while I enjoy the love, the money, and of course the fame. I’ve been doing a lot of sketches, and I’ve registered for fashion school. I am to resume next year, which is just a month away. December is fast approaching, and so is Ray’s birthday.I want to throw her a surprise party, but I’m sure Jordan will beat me to it. How do I tell the father of a child not to throw a birthday party for his child and to just trust me to handle it? Wouldn't that feel some type of way? I want to fly Ashanti in too for the birthday because she’s been talking about how m