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𝘔𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘪𝘵𝘢 𝘊𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘓𝘰𝘨𝘢𝘯
𝘛𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘰𝘸𝘯 , 𝘕𝘦𝘸 𝘠𝘰𝘳𝘬
𝘍𝘦𝘣𝘶𝘳𝘢𝘳𝘺 17 , 2021
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It had been a full seven days of inertia, with Renee cocooned within the confines of her home, ensnared by the past as she sifted through memories captured in fading photographs and yearbook pages. The sight of her immersed in nostalgia, particularly those snapshots featuring Jullian, stirred a mix of empathy and frustration within me. Despite the urge to whisk away those relics of the past and set them ablaze, I knew that wouldn't solve the deeper turmoil brewing within her.
So, there I stood at her front door, a bag slung over my shoulder containing the outfit I'd meticulously curated for tonight's escapade. With each resounding knock, I hoped to rouse her from her reverie, to pull her back into the vibrant pulse of the present.
"Renee!" I called out, the urgency in my voice cutting through the silence like a knife. "Hoe, open this damn door," I demanded, my impatience palpable.
Finally, the door creaked open, revealing Renee in a state of disarray that mirrored the turmoil within her. "Huntyyyy, you look a mess," I remarked, my words tinged with a mix of concern and exasperation.
"Markita, what are you doing here?" she sighed, weariness etched into every syllable.
"Getting you ready, girl! Colton's party awaits, and yes, Jullian will be there. But this is your chance to dazzle, to reclaim your power," I urged, taking her hand and leading her toward the sanctuary of the bathroom.
"Shower, please. You smell like ass," I implored, my tone firm yet laced with a hint of affection.
As Renee disappeared into the bathroom to cleanse away the stagnant residue of the past week, I busied myself with the mundane task of preparing for the night ahead. In the guest bathroom, I indulged in a long-awaited shower, relishing the warmth of the water as it cascaded over my skin, washing away the stress and tension that had accumulated within me.
Emerging from the shower, I wrapped myself in a plush towel and made my way to the guest bedroom, where my carefully chosen outfit awaited. With practiced precision, I slipped into each garment, the fabric molding to my curves like a second skin. As I stood before the mirror, admiring the reflection of the woman who stared back at me with determination and grace, a sense of empowerment surged through my veins.
Dressed to the nines and feeling like a queen, I ventured back into Renee's domain, my heart swelling with pride at the sight of her transformation. "Oh my God, Jullian is going to be floored when he sees you-" I began, my words trailing off as the sound of Lee's voice echoed from downstairs.
