Only Way of Knowing You

Chapter 1

"Shit shit shit shit shit" I rummaged through my makeup bag looking for the one thing I needed the most. 

"Well look who finally decided to show up!" Naomi nudged me with a sarcastic smile on her face. 

"Now's not the time Naomi, I can't find my dumbass pen," I said, still looking through my bag, at one point turning it upside down on the dinner table. Causing all the contents to fall out. 

"Now's not the time? It's my engagement Milana! When is the right time for you to pay attention?"

"I know, I know. There are just so many people here I could interview and gain experience from--and oh not to mention, networking! Yeah, that's the right word-"

"Oh my god Lana if you don't shut up in the next ten minutes, I'm calling this whole thing off" Naomi whisper screamed before strutting away to meet the other guests at this so-called engagement party. Huh. Now that I think about it, maybe I should pay more attention to one of the biggest nights in my closest friend's life. 

Actually, I take that back, nothing can top her day of birth. I mean that was one of the biggest nights and I wasn't even there for that. What a shitty best friend I am.

"Is that Milana Mirza?" someone called out and I whipped my head around causing quite the whiplash cause my hair is about five pounds if not more.

"Yeah! That's her!" Someone else said. "She's the one that hasn't paid rent in 2 months!"

Oh shit. 

Yeah. Didn't expect that from me did ya?

Well, ya never know what a person is capable of. And at this particular moment, I was very much capable of running across a grass lawn. In heels. 

"Is she running?" I hear the grouchy landlord's voice again. I mean why are they even called landlords? Then are we supposed to be the ground peasants or something?

"LISTEN" I spoke to them as I came to a dead end. Fuck. "It's not like I didn't pay the rent on purpose is it?" I try to reason with them. "Right? I mean if I had the money I would definitely, and I mean a hundred percent pay you. Y'all agree?" 

I saw some uninvolved parties in the audience nod their heads. Who even are these people? 

Well, at least they were hyping me up. "Yeah," I threw my hands in front of me as if to show what the landlord should be learning. "You see how these people are civil, well-mannered, and definitely not chasing me?" I ask looking right at the landlord and his fellow companions as I subtly started moving away from them, towards the parking lot. 

Some of them actually started contemplating the observation I had made. Until the landlord smacked them up the head and told them to continue on with the chase. 

The audience who were watching me let out boos and sounds of disapproval as the men kept getting close to where I was. I shook my head and looked at them as if to say "at least I tried." With a disappointed look at my grumpy landlord, I took off my heels and ran across the grass lawn, mostly trying to blend in with the crowds that had formed near the food.

I finally managed to see the pearly gates of heaven, a.k.a the exit gate to this event. It wasn't very grand and decorated so it would be easy to escape unnoticed. The only issue here was...

Okay, you got this. It's just wet grass. It doesn't bite. 

I looked at the green patch of freshly watered grass and then at my bare feet. 

I have to baby, daddy has to. I whisper to my feet. Just like Mr. Big from Zootopia. 

And then I ran. And when I say ran, I actually tip-toed.