I was currently up early this morning, packing for my Chicago trip. My flight was set to leave within the next two hours. I needed to move fast since the airport was already an hour drive away. I got my outfits together for the next six days.
I needed quite a of things because not only was I flying back to Chicago for the next three days for business & personal reasons, but afterwards I'd be flying straight to California for an additional three days. I was back to being booked and busy, but this wasn't even nearly as much work as I'd normally do because I was easing my way back into the spotlight - Not that I ever left, but you know what I mean. Then I touch down in California I have to get a lot of things done. I have a photoshoot with both Skims and Savage X Fenty/Fenty Beauty for promos and modeling gigs, the launch of my perfume collab, and most importantly the Streamy Awards. I was super excited about all of it. I love what I do and wouldn't trade it for the world.
I finished packing some time ago and was currently putting my clothes on. I selected a chocolate brown turtleneck dress that just barely covered the bottom of my butt, matching knees length-heeled boots and a matching brown leather trench coat jacket. I threw on some shades that were apart from my collection that would be available to the public in the future and went down the stairs where Marshall was waiting for me.
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He was going to be dropping me off at the airport whilst on his way to work. He had already put my bags in the car earlier and was just waiting for me to get ready. As per usual, he grabbed my hand helping me down the last few steps of the stairs like the gentleman he is. When he saw how I was dressed, he raised his eyebrows. His eyes scanned over my body, taking in my outfit that wasn't fit for the current weather.
"Go change." Was all he said as he stood there, an unreadable expression on his face.
"Why?" I challenged, catching an attitude.
I am not changing my outfit. I don't think there's anything wrong with it.
He didn't respond though. He just gave me a stern look. I wasn't backing down though.
"I'm not changing, Marshall." I rolled my eyes.
"Sadé, you're dressed like it ain't cold as hell outside. It's, what, forty-eight degrees. And not only that, but we both know that dress is too short." He criticized.
"Okayyy? What's that supposed to mean? Forty degrees or seventy, and I'm still gonna wear this outfit." I waved my hands around, not seeing the big deal or caring.
Yes, it's cold outside, but I was not about to let a good outfit go to waste. Nuh uh. I have to wear this before it snows. It looks too good on me.
"You'll be freezing your ass off then you'll get sick. And don't ignore what I said about that dress being too short. I know you heard me." He argued.
