Ever since her mother's car accident, Kelada's life has been miserable. Being her mother's next of kin, Kelada is swamped with medical bills and must pick up two jobs to keep from drowning. By day, she is a friendly face at the nearest Chick-Fil-A...
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𝐊𝐄𝐋𝐀𝐃𝐀 𝐀𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐒 𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐀𝐍
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Kelada was a ball of anxiety from the moment she opened her eyes. Today was the first day she would know if she was cut out for this gig — if she deserved to make good money through crime.
She had done her own hair, taken it from the space buns and parted it to the side before straightening it. She had spent a little of her savings to get her nails and lashes done, so that she could look up to par.
Not that Kelada already didn't look fine in her natural state, she just wanted to enhance her beauty.
There was knock on her apartment door, which was strange because she hadn't been expecting company. Kelada rose from her seat on the couch and looked out the peephole, holding a puzzled look on her face when she didn't see anybody.
"Lord, please don't let me get snatched," She mumbled and unlatched the slide lock.
She went to step out and look but her foot nudged an object causing her to look down. Three boxes sat before her and intrigue washed over her, so she brought them inside. She hadn't ordered anything recently so she just hoped one wasn't a bomb.
She opened the largest one, unveiling a cashmere coat with fur around the neck and wrist areas. In the next box — the smallest of the three — held a pair of leather Identità heels.
"Tasteful but not super expensive," Kelada thought aloud and placed them aside. Her manicured fingers assessed the last box before opening it, being slightly taken aback by the beautiful yellow satin dress with a note on top.
A beautiful outfit for a beautiful woman. This is what you'll wear tonight. ~ N.
Nezra had sent these gifts. It made her happy for a second, but then she just thought he was being a good boss so she wrote it off.
She took the boxes to her room, carefully laying out the dress, the shoes, and the coat before assessing how well the colors melded together.
He had an eye for fashion, she had to admit that much.
Kelada wrapped her hair and picked out a black thong, but no bra since the top half of the dress was cut to reveal a lot of her skin.
The shower helped calm her anxiety; the last time she had felt this nervous was almost two years ago as she waited in the hospital room to hear about her mother's condition.
She let her mind move quickly from that topic, instead thinking through the plans she had received via Herb. He didn't look it, but he was smart enough to get the whereabouts of his opposition without being detected at all.
