Welcome to The New Classic, where the past and the present merge, to form a new future.
Once that no one can see coming...
Join Angelo, Vanessa and the rest of the gang three and a half long years after that fateful night.
Lo kept count. V didn't...
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"What if she hates me, V? What if she thinks I'm not good for her son?" Malia was one of the most intrinsically confident people I knew. Once she managed to get her mental health back on track, her image of herself remained largely unshaken.
She moved through life with little care what most people thought of her, opting to live as loud and authentically as possible in any given moment.
In our travels, we'd met some very high profile people; politicians, royalty, athletes and even our favourite celebrities, and she never once second guessed herself. She was going to show up as she was, and navigate the rest from there.
So for her to panic the way she was, meant she was nervous. Like really nervous.
What could often be mistaken for a case of resting bitch face was replaced by sheer panic. Her slanted eyes were wide with fear, from all of the scenarios she had made up in her head over the course of the last few weeks. Full lips were now agape, ready to utter the next question, which would have only further prevented my from answering the previous four she'd asked me in the space of 30 seconds.
"First off, Miss Monique is a very kind and understanding woman. She's not one to feel like her sons can do no wrong, and I promise you, she'll be willing, if not eager to hear you out and get to know you."
The screen through which I was viewing her shook with motion. She was clearly heading to her dressing room, probably for another switch of ensemble.
"Lia, if you change your outfit again, I promise you I'm gonna come over and lock you out of your closet. We have cycled through Schiaparelli, Bottega, Fendi and the rest of it. You feel most comfortable as you're dressed now, remember? Don't work yourself up even more by changing again."
With that, the motion ceased, before picking up again.
She had turned around and headed back for the living space of her home.
"Malia, stop walking around looking for another candle to light, or something else to tweak. Go and sit down in the living room, and calm down, babe." I finally got her attention, cutting through the rapid thoughts she was experiencing.
Following my instruction, she made her way to the space where her children were entertaining themselves by watching their mother pace restlessly.
Once she saw them, I could tell some of her rather uncharacteristic anxiety melted away, and she focused on the joy that seeing her babies gave her. They had no clue what was going on, and asked to see 'Bae', which was the name they'd picked up from what their mother called Vince.
He was on his way back from the hotel, with Miss Monique in tow. The only reason Malia and the kids hadn't gone with him was because she was mid outfit change number four when he was headed out.
