A/N: This is more of a filler chapter until I finish the actual chapter. But something is better than nothing, am I right? Lots of drama is soon to come just when we all thought it had died down...
Sadé's POV:
— Sunday
I woke up this lovely morning to the sound of my very last alarm that I had set since I apparently slept through all the other ones. I rolled over to turn the alarm off on my phone, checking the time: Past noon, and endless congratulation text messages. I rolled back over, facing the window, noticing that Marshall was already up since he wasn't in bed. I took a second to lay there, thinking everything over. I was still incredibly happy over my wins from last night and over how much fun I had with Marshall during our little celebration, but damn. I was so exhausted. My lower half was weak, I was sore, I felt like I was dying, and I needed coffee asap. I have work to do, and I need to get it together. Now.
I begrudgingly rolled out of bed, dragging my feet to the bathroom. I did a tinkle, brushed my teeth, and hopped in the shower. I turned the hot water on, the heat feeling amazing in my skin. I lathered my body in soap, scrubbing with a loofah. I repeated this step twice, taking my time as I let my body wake up and come back to life. I let out a sigh of content once I finished, leaving the bathroom.
I went back into the room, going through my suitcase to find an outfit to wear. Knowing that it's still warm in sunny California, I had packed the perfect outfit for the weather today. I settled on a sky blue & black sweater shirt dress, black thigh high boots, a black YSL purse, and some jewelry, including the new earrings Marshall had gifted me. I figured that the paparazzi would most likely still be out due to the fact that it was the morning after the awards. They knew people would be in and out of the city, traveling, walking about enjoying their day here, which meant they'd be able to get some pictures. Assuming this would be the case, I of course wanted to take the opportunity to promote my sunglasses that would be releasing soon. So I chose a pair that had basic black frames and black chrome lenses. The logo was on the side, and I knew people would see it and start talking. I'd wear them out when it was time, not wearing them inside.
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I heard a knock at the door, going to open it. I had ordered some food before I got in the shower earlier, the foodie in me starving. I got the cart of room service, thanking the woman who brought it up. I had ordered us both some fruit, coffee for me, orange juice for MarMar, a meat & cheese charcuterie board, eggs, waffles with syrup, and bacon. I called Marshall over to where I had set up the food, seeing him come in from another room, his rhyme book and a pen in his hands. He looked to have been in a great mood, and clearly had been up for quite some time because he was already dressed and ready to go in a pair of sneakers and all.
"What are you doing up so early?" I softly asked, grabbing a piece of bacon as I watched him sit down next to me.
"Early? It's like one o'clock." He chuckled at me, shaking his head lightly, "I was writing down some lyrics that I thought of and didn't want to forget."
