Ivory whew! what a name right, people normally confuse it with Ivy, you get used to it after a while. My mom and dad named me Ivory after their trip back from ivory coast.
*Alarm blows off at 5:30am* .. ."ugh" this darn headache wont let me be!, but the view from my apartment makes up for it, if only I could stay in bed a little longer to appreciate the calmness. *sniffs* gosh I need a shower...feeling the warm water cascading down my back truly is relaxing, the knots in my black wavy hair slowly freeing up as I massage it with my lavender scented shampoo, when I finally detangled my hair I stepped out of the shower wrapping myself up in a towel ,checking my phone I realized how late I was getting ,leading to me scurrying around the room frantically trying to get dressed in record breaking time. I perched myself on my dresser doing my makeup ,honestly I never stress on in too much I tend to lean on the more natural look, today I am feeling bold so the color white is my forte today, I know exactly what to go for, a figure hugging white dress that clung to me like second skin, with a deep v neck line that accentuates my cleavage to add to it a pair of stilettoes in the color a shimmering green matching my emerald necklace my mother gave to me, a family heirloom I treasure profoundly. Taking a moment to look at myself in the mirror, I decided along the way to leave my hair in its natural wave pattern loosely falling to my waist. My phone started ringing aggressively bringing me out of my thoughts , I check the phone screen to see my sisters name plastered on it...to be honest for a moment I was contemplating on answering or not. After the third ring I answered.. "yes Marie" I spoke in a rather bored tone, "Ivory! where the hell are you?, you are late!. Dad and the other investors are waiting for the meeting to start ,sadly you are a share holder and you're presence is needed so get your self down here now!" wow I must be really late for Marie to be angry, " okay imma be there bye sis" * hangs up*. Now I am running down the stairs in search for my car keys ,grabbing them off the counter I scurry to the garage ,hoping in my Bentley I race out of to work ,hopefully I get there on time.
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Beautiful Chaos
Romance"It was her Chaos that made her Beautiful" _ Atticus. When faced with Chaos from pressures from everywhere, Ivory will have to make bold decisions about every aspect of her life that might lead to more chaos or a beautiful destination. It won't be...
