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THIRD PERSONS POV
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——— IMANI'S 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐟𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥 ♕ ✶ WASSUP BITCHES, ya'll already know who it is, it's the mothafuckin baddest bitch IMANI ROSE in the building. This motherfucking season im all about the bag all about the drama and all about these motherfucking hands.
I already have beef with sum of these hoes but it ain't nun these hands can't fix. You talked your shit on the internet now be prepared to deal with it hoe.
❲ ⠀. . . 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐟𝐢𝐭!⠀༝ ⠀ ❳
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IMANI WALKS IN with three other girls Kali, Bianca and Meatball. She's wearing a Christian Dior dress that hugs her beautiful curves, her hair in a half up half down bun.
"Hey, bitches!" Imani greets the group cheerfully.
They all respond with hellos. "Wassup bitch, I'm Imani Rose," she says to Scotty. "Hey, girl! I'm Scotty with the body," Scotty replies with a playful grin.
As Imani continues greeting everyone, Bianca suddenly ran up on Sapphire, causing both Imani and Scotty to exchange bewildered looks.
"What the hell just happened?" Scotty whispers.
——— IMANI'S 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐟𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥 ♕ ✶ CAN SOMEONE tell me what the fuck is going on? I haven't even been here for 2 minutes. This shi ghetto
*laughing*
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Security pushed Bianca and Sapphire away from each other, then Natalie and Kali starts going at it.
"You wanna get ratchet we can get ratchet" Kali says. "I don't even know you, what is your name again?" Natalie asks being petty.
"Wanna start over, Natalie? How old are you? Forty-five? It's time to retire, bitch," Kali taunted.
Before Kali could finish her sentence, Natalie hurled a plate at her, igniting a heated argument. The exchange quickly escalated into a fight, with shouts and chaos filling the room. Mid fight, Natalie fell to the ground.
Imani chuckles from the sidelines. "Man, I just wanted to eat," she remarks to no one in particular, shaking her head in disbelief at the chaos unfolding before her.
Imani's phone buzzed in her hands, the screen lighting up with an incoming FaceTime call.
She turns her head from the commotion and looks towards the phone, seeing her boyfriends's name, Nardo❤️, flashing on the screen. With a smile, she accepted the call and made her way towards the exit because she knew they weren't going to eat dinner.
"Wassup baby!" Nardo's face appeared, his expression bright and cheerful despite the pixelation. "Whatcha doin?"
"Hey baby! Just exiting this dinner we were supposed to have with the girls. What's up?" Imani replied.
"In the studio with Durk and shit."
"You good, though? You sound exhausted."
"I'm fine, the girls were fighting and shit, but i'm just starving," Imani admitted, rubbing her stomach. "I went to the dinner to eat bitch not to see a whole WWE fight."
Nardo chuckled. "Well, where you going to eat, ma?"
Imani sighed, glancing around the area. "I don't know. Maybe I'll just go home and order takeout."
"How about I'll pick you up?" Nardo suggested. "We can go get dinner." He grinned showing his grills.
Imani smiled, feeling a little better. "That sounds perfect. Thanks, Baby."
"Anytime pretty," Nardo replied, his face softening with a reassuring smile. "I'll be there in 10, i love you girl."
"I love you more"
Then, with a warm smile, Nardo leaned towards the camera and kissed the lens. Imani giggled, but leaned in to kiss the camera in return.
With a final wave, Imani ended the call.
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