𝐃𝐈𝐅𝐅𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐃 𝐒𝐄𝐓

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       𝘈𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘚𝘦𝘹𝘶𝘢𝘭 𝘈𝘴𝘴𝘢𝘶𝘭𝘵

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𝐓𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐝𝐚𝐲

➢ 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐆𝐚𝐥𝐚 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞. Since you were the 'most important' you were the first to leave the limo, paparazzi already swarming around the car, so stepping out into the lights flashing and the constant sound on clicks from cameras, it was an instinct to shield your eyes. You mumbled various excuse mes to get by, some of the cameramen not taking the hint, resulting in you using a little bit of force.

It was a somewhat a risky move as you were a black women and there were cameras around and it might come off as harassment because sadly, that's the way things are, but you needed to do what you needed to do.

"Y/n! Y/n! How does it feel to have an entry event dedicated to you and your work!?"

"Are you perhaps in any relationships!"

"Do you plan on selling your artwork?"

"There are rumors about BMR ( Black Modest Range ) requesting you to come work with them, are they true?"

"Y/n! Y/n! Over here please! Just a few pictures!"

You lightly chuckled hearing the question you were being asked as you got closer and closer to the entrance. But it was still annoying. These niggas all up in my face. You thought. They do know my friends art is here too? You cleared our throat a little, as it had gradually gotten dry from the small amount of champagne you had and decided to turn your body to face the photographers before speaking.

"I know the event seems to be just about me." You made air quotes with your fingers. "But my friends art is just as great. We all have different styles and all use our styles and techniques to create equally incredible piece. So please..." You turned your body around to face the group of friends who were behind you, some almost shedding tears at you kind words.

She's so humble. Steph thought.

God y/n, you're like a angel sent from above. Nate wiped a small tear down his cheek.

Of course this hoe don't want all the attention, but I'll surely take it. Dion laughed to himself.

Of course. Brandon rolled his eyes.

"Ask my friends about their work, you'd be equally impressed." You gripped part of your black gown in your hand, making it easier for you to slip away as they bombard your friends with questions, a few big branded companies talking to them as well.

Walking inside where the gala was being held, your eyes were practically crying at the sight. The amount of fancy dresses and suits, the many displays of art that was everywhere you looked, the circular tables with white fabric that hung low down to the floor, gold flakes at the center of the table, bringing the elegant look together. Everything was perfect.

You walked around the open space, making sure to take in every sight, every piece, everything you and your friends had made, what you all represented. Words couldn't even comprehend how happy you were, and it wasn't just for yourself, but your friends, some of them had opportunities like this, but some of them, it was their first time. First time being put on blast,