17. 𝕎𝕙𝕠 𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦?

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Myra's POV 💎

I have never been confident in the kitchen and my best friends know it. But that doesn t stop them from making me cook whenever they felt like it. As I fumble through recipes and make a mess we end up laughing more than actually cooking. But somehow amidst all the chaos and burnt dishes we manage to create a meal that we all enjoy and the bond we share only grows stronger.

After having our breakfast, Elena left for work.

And I just have my shower too, preparing for work also.

With my business meeting just around the corner, I am feeling a mix of anticipation and anxiety. As an assistant manager, I know the importance of presenting myself in a professional and competent manner. This means choosing an outfit that not only looks great but also makes me feel confident and ready for any challenge that may come my way. I am determined to make a strong impression and show my colleagues that I am ready for the next step in my career.

After dressing,I take a deep breath, closing my eyes, and I felt a soft hand, hugging me from behind. I open my eyes to see a smiling Sophie staring at me.

"Miss MYRA MORELLI, I know you got this. You're so fucking smart.
You can fucking do this."
She said in a voice soft with affection and I nodded, smiling. I turn around and we hug each other.

"Thanks so much, sweetie."
I said, kissing her head.

"And you look amazing"
She complimented.

"I know right."
I said and she laughed.

"Will you be fine alone at home?
Please call me if you need anything, okay."

"I will. And I'm perfectly fine.
I'll just stick to Netflix."

"Ha, true."
I said and I checked my time, It's 6:30. The meeting is 8:00.
Just I heard a horn,

"It's the Uber driver."
I said and I hug Sophie once more.

"Good luck"
She said and I whisper, thank you.

I quickly entered the car, and Sophie stood outside the house, giving me a thumbs up till the car left.

I'm so lucky today that this Uber driver came early.

They mostly delay or even busy making me late sometimes.

I need a ride. A car. A mother fucking Porsche or BMW.

Ha! Look at me. Big dreams.

I'll definitely get it. I promise. I'm going to fucking gift myself my first car .

I said to myself, smiling widely.
The Uber man must be thinking, who's this creepy lady, smiling at herself.

Duhhhh.

I haven't heard from Vee past few days, silly me. I didn't even call him.

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