Not everything that glistens is gold, didn't your mother tell you that growing up?✨
Born with a nothing short of a gold spoon in her mouth as the heir to one of the richest Dynasties in Jamaica, the young Ms.Carter has life set out for her. From her...
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Taniyah Carter March 24 8:00 a.m. 📍Kingston, Jamaica
I stare in the mirror of my dressing room and blink back tears in an effort not to ruin the makeup my team just spend the past 2 hours doing.
Releasing a sigh I run my hands against my dress mentally preparing myself for the interview I'm about to do with Vogue Magazine.
I've never been nervous for a press tour...but after lastnight I just don't feel like myself.
I have this gut feeling that something isn't right, I haven't been able to reach my family. Neither mommy or daddy reached out this morning to give me their usual confidence boosts.
And I blocked Semaj this morning, so I don't have him either.
I've just been left to myself. Alone with my thoughts, I want to call Camilla but she's pregnant and gets sick in the mornings.
Id truly hate to wake her and have her go through that.
I hear a knock on my door and welcome the person in, my assistant pokes her head in.
"You ready?" I nod and stand from my chair, she smiles at me.
"You look absolutely beautiful, you're gonna kill it." She tells me, I give her a small smile. "Thank you."
I walk out and get mic'ed up. Before I'm sitting in the white chair across from the chief editor of vogue UK fashion, Chioma Nnadi.
The interview starts of smoothly, despite not feeling like my best self I answer with grace and place on the best facade I can to mask my true feelings.
It works until she mentions the one thing I was hoping she wouldn't, "Now for a little personal dive, a little birdie told me that there have been rumors of you courting a special someone...care to tell?"
I laugh it off despite the damp it puts on my mood, my heart pangs in my chest feeling as if I could start crying again, I suck it up and seek my best approach in answering her question.
"I don't follow up with rumors about myself, having a social media presence like mine will have millions of people commenting on you constantly. It's better for your mental health to just ignore it all." I respond, effectively going around the question.
She nods. My mind lingers on her question leaving me to wonder.
Am I and Semaj really done?
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