" She's a woman of great beauty on the outside and this intrigued me to know what's on the inside."
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Set against the backdrop of Jamaica, "TINT" by Ishanique M. is a romance novel that delves into the intricate dynamics of love, betrayal, and the c...
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𝕬𝖓𝖎𝖞𝖆𝖍 𝕵𝖊𝖓𝖐𝖎𝖓𝖘' 𝕻𝕺𝖁 || 𝐌𝐚𝐲 𝟐𝟏 @ 𝟔:𝟑𝟔𝐩𝐦 ||
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Upon arriving home, I turned off my car and stepped out, taking a moment to survey my surroundings. My gaze lingered over Lennox's Mercedes Coupe and my Rolls Royce, both of which appeared slightly coated with a layer of dust.
As I approached my front door, I made a mental note to have the vehicle washed, and reached into my bag in search of my key. However, just as my hand closed around the key, a faint voice called out, catching me off guard.
"Hello dear." The friendly neighbor, Mrs. Evans greeted me.
Chro!
Why dah lady here a creep up pon me like she cah walk?
"Likkle most me heart come through me mouth enuh." I joked and she gave me a warm smile, "Hey Mrs. Evans. How are you?"
"I'm here dear. Was about to take Lola on a walk when I saw you drive by. How about you? I haven't seen you in a while."
I gave her a half-hearted smile, "Been around."
"Really? Me did ago drop by yesterday but a true me never see your car that's why me never bother." She told me and i looked at her thin-lipped.
Hmmm.
"I lent a friend. It was nice seeing you again though Mrs. Evans. Me a come go wash up me clothes dem now weh me never finish wash this morning." I told her, and she smiled, nodding her head.
I politely returned the smile and shuffled the key before finally unlocking the door. When she turned her back to walk away, I closed the door and hissed my teeth.
Den a how fimmie life fascinate people suh?
Taking my phone out of my handbag, I dropped it on the couch and trudged upstairs, my footsteps heavy with exhaustion.
When I reached the top, I pushed open the door to my beauty room, a smile spreading across my face at the sight of the tidy and organized space.
I made my way over to the plush couch in the corner and sat on it, lifting my feet and resting them on the armrest.
The exhaustion of the week weighed heavy on me, and the thought of packing for my stay at Malachi only added to my fatigue.
