𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐉𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭
𝖱𝖾𝗉𝗈𝗋𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗇 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗅𝗂𝖿𝖾, 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝖼𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗋𝗒.
In the bustling streets of London, Elsie, a junior reporter, finds herself at the epicenter of the city's most influen...
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Hi loves, welcome, and thank you for the wait! I felt a little sick but I'm here with an extra long chapter! Have fun and see you soon! The story is NOW really beginning *wink wink wink* 🤍
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May 15, 2023
It's official. Elsie wants to move to Los Angeles this June. She has a month to sort everything out, including securing a visa and ensuring she has a home there. A new luxury apartment complex is under construction in Santa Monica, conveniently close to where her brother Armani lives. Elsie has already claimed one of these homes, still in the making.
Her job at Britbuzz covers her housing and furnishings, in addition to her usual monthly salary. She's still working for them remotely, which makes the transition easier.
Elsie has already packed most of her belongings. With her box braids styled in a low bun, she carries a box to the living room. She stacks her boxes, labeling each one with a black marker. Reggaeton music plays in the background, keeping her energized. She sings along in Spanish, her hips swaying to the rhythm, making the packed room feel lively.
A knock on the door interrupts her dance. Elsie lowers the volume and rushes to the door, peeking through the peephole. A delivery person stands there, holding a vase overflowing with flowers. Puzzled, Elsie opens the door.
"Good afternoon, this is for you!" He says, handing her the vase. Elsie thanks him and shuts the door.
"What the heck," She mumbles, placing the vase on a table. She gazes in wonder at the bouquet, a vibrant mix of blue delphiniums, white and pink waxflowers, orange roses, and bright pink gerbera daisies. A smile spreads across her face as she admires her favorite flowers, beautifully arranged. She wonders who sent them.
Searching for a note, she finds nothing. "Oh no," Elsie mutters, rushing to her window. She sees the delivery person heading towards his van and flings the window open. "Hey, sir!" She calls out. He stops and looks around. "Behind you! Up here!" Elsie shouts. He finally spots her.
"Wasn't there a letter with the bouquet?" She asks. He rummages in his bag and pulls out an envelope with Elsie's name on it.
