Kelsey watched as Paris squirted a couple of drops of Clear Eyes into her eyes. She hid the puffiness in her face with makeup. By the time they were fully dressed, Paris looked like a different woman than she did an hour prior. If Kelsey hadn't seen it for herself, she wouldn't have known how much of an act her sister-in-law was putting on.
The same woman who had been in full-blown tears and could barely breathe only an hour and a half earlier was now sitting at her Vanity table in full glam from head to toe. She was smiling and laughing like nothing had happened.
"Are you gonna tell Shane?" She heard Natalia whisper from behind her.
After thinking about her question, Kelsey turned to Natalia and sighed.
"Should I?" She asked
Shrugging, Natalia looked back into the room at her sister. "I'm worried about her."
"Me too," Kelsey replied as she walked away.
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Shamar scoped the scene from the second floor of the ballroom, admiring the Baroque architecture that took him back to the 16th century. An extravagant chandelier hung from the gilt dome, painted with blue skies and white clouds. The champagne glass in his right hand was trimmed in gold with some of Moscow's most expensive bubbly. The building was full of Russia's most decadent and corrupt politicians, mingling while a pianist played not far away. Basically he was surrounded in dollar signs. He was enjoying the vibes, the only thing missing was his wife.
He was in his own world when he saw her. Kelsey walked into the room with Paris by her side. All eyes were on them. She looked around, and like a magnet, her eyes immediately shifted to the second floor and directly to him. She smiled. Not even a second later, he watched as his brother swooped in between them. Escorting both of them up the stairs.
He walked over to her, kissing her before turning his attention to Paris and planting a kiss on her cheek.
"How was the flight?" He asked as he grabbed Kelsey by the hand
They both hesitated. Then Kelsey finally spoke up. "It was fine." She replied, her answer short and frank. Even if she did want to tell him the truth, it wasn't the place or the time.
He watched as Paris glanced at her and rolled her eyes. Shamar didn't say anything, but he made a mental note to ask Kelsey about it later. It was obvious they were beefin'. He just didn't know why.
The rest of the night was as to be expected. They ate, mingled, and talked. As much as Paris wanted to drink she knew if she did, Shane would cause a scene. She wouldn't have no choice but to tell him.
Usually it would be Paris and Kelsey stuck to each others hip all night. But this go round they avoided each other. Paris was with Shane, and Kelsey was with Shamar. They didn't talk to each other, they barely even looked at each other.
They were getting ready to leave when this older white guy walked into the room. Cameras started flashing and people started talking.
"Who is that?" Paris asked. She couldn't see through the crowd of people.
But eventually, he was right in front of her. He made his way over to them.
"Mr. President," They watched as he shook Shamar's hand then Shane's
It didn't take long for her to notice who he was. Paris and Kelsey had watched the news pretty often while in prison, so they knew his face. One of America's biggest opps was standing right in front of her.
