From the very start of her career, Hollie has been the shining star of the music scene, captivating audiences with her voice and her infectious energy. But when tragedy strikes at a private party in the Hollywood Hills, her world as she knows it qui...
The month of April had gone by pretty fast, and I had spent the remainder of it with Day. I found myself making constant visits to see him.
After the day he came over for a swim, we established a routine of switching between his place and mine. We'd do our usual activities of painting and listening to pieces of vinyl. Since he was slowly increasing his vinyl collection to accommodate me, we had a new one to listen to with each visit.
The level of familiarity between us had grown so much.
We had even shared so many stories about ourselves that it felt like he'd been a friend since childhood. Like for instance, I learnt that his love of plants stemmed from his father. His father used to love gardening and would tell him all about the plants as they bonded in their garden. He believed that keeping plants made him feel close to his late father. He also said watering the plants felt therapeutic and he was at the most peace doing it. I thought it was very sweet.
It was unfortunate that our visits had to be put on hold for the time being, because I had business to take care of.
My heels clicked as I approached the parked private jet with my black Chanel handbag in hand. The afternoon weather had me wearing a thick fur coat over my little black dress.
"Welcome aboard, Miss Smith," a flight attendant said as I began climbing the stairs of the jet.
"Thank you," I smiled at her.
I made my way into the plane and admired the cream-white and brown interior. There were singular seats, apart from a couch which faced the television. Another small screen close to the aisle displayed our flight route with a line across the world map from Los Angeles to London.
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My eyes met Raymond's dark brown ones just as I was taking in the warm scent of the cabin.
He was already seated as a flight attendant poured him a glass of champagne and placed it on the table before him. He had his locs freshly re-twisted into two-strand twists. Per usual, a diamond chain dangled from his neck and he had opted for the one with his name on it. It stood out from the black sweatsuit and jays he wore.
He looked up at me, "you're finally here," he said, leaning back in his seat. A small smile was plastered on his face.
"Hey," I greeted him, removing my coat.
"How have you been?" He asked.
We had last seen each other the week prior when it was his turn to stay over at my place. Even then, we were barely around each other because I'd been going to Day's and he'd been doing his own things
"I've been good, how about you?" I asked, sitting down in the seat facing him.
"I've been great. Can't complain," he responded before tasting his drink.
The flight attendant turned to me, "Good afternoon, Miss Smith. Would you like anything to drink?"
