Miss Roselyn Sawyer; the beautiful CEO of Canopy of Crystal, a flourishing jewelry company.
Dominic Pierce; the young and new bodyguard who was just returned his freedom.
All she wanted to know were three simple things.
1) His height, weight, fighti...
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ROSELYN
Summers were always too humid in that town- my hair hated it.
- 1998 -
The smell of a hot comb coursing through thick curls was a smell I grew to hate. It was Sunday that day and Jeremiah and I had church later on, but of course, Momma and Daddy had to work.
"My Southern Belle," Momma then hummed softly. ".. I should've kept you in them pagents, huh?"
I would watch Momma work her magic in the vanity in her bedroom, while I sat on the edge of the bed her and Daddy shared. The hot air against the back of my neck would make me flinch at times- that or when Momma would slip up and the comb would burn me just a little bit.
"I don't miss 'em," I mumbled at her words- kicking my feet. "I barely won any and if I did it was 'cause Bridgette Lou didn't do 'em that year."
Momma scoffed, "There ain't no need to talk bad 'bout nobody. Bridgette Lou don't do that to you now does she, baby?"
I didn't respond- maybe little Bridgette Lou Janice Richards never did talk bad about me. Maybe that was why she won every pagent she was put in- she was just a sweet, freckled-face blonde who only ever had to be.. that. There was nothing else on her little ten year old mind unlike my own at the time.
"Momma," I said while she slipped in clips with pearls into my hot, flattened hair. ".. when I get grown.. I want'ta go to the city."
She paused before set the cooling comb down on the desser- sighing softly, "Like Jackson, baby?"
At the time I didn't know where exactly but somewhere far away from pagents, Bridgette Lou, that unknown town, and even Mississippi as a whole.
But I was also ten.
"Mm I guess, Momma."
I couldn't imagine myself too far away from my family just yet.
I stood up from my bed and smoothed out the skirt of my dress. Before I could even get a good look at my hair that took so long my bottom was going numb, Momma turned me around and began tugging, poking, and adjusting whatever she saw fit.
I then sighed, "Momma, me and JJ ain't never goin' to make it to Grandmama's house.."
"Oh hush it," She scoffed and popped open a container of Vaseline- lathering every visible bit of skin in it until I had a unnatural shine. ".. oh you look so pretty, Roselyn."
