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BEYONCE TYPED ON HER LAPTOP, ANSWERING emails and hosting meetings regarding IVY Park and her other business ventures. She sat in her dressing room at her vanity, preparing for another one of her shows. Her makeup artist, Coco, dabbed the powder puff under her eyes, a crease formed in between her eyebrows due to concentration. Her hairdresser, Ciara, worked behind, curling a second of Beyoncé's honey-blonde hair.
"The fitting with Alexander Macqueen for the Met Gala is set when we're in London. Vogue is booked for October 17th with the best photographer, her name is Adeola Adeyemi. She's great with black women especially. Okay, I've informed your doctor about your condition and set up a meeting with him—." Onika's voice narrowed out and Beyonce rubbed her temples.
When her phone rang and Kairo's name flashed on the screen, she smiled to herself. Today seemed to be one of the best days she's ever lived. She slept the entire night with him beside her and then seeing his face as the first thing she saw when waking up, made her incredibly bubbly for the rest of the day. She could still feel his smooth skin against her, his curls in between her fingers, his lips on hers. And now, all she wanted to do was finish this show and return to bed with him.
Ever since she found out about her pregnancy, she felt as if everything clicked. She had been tired, throwing up, and succumbed to unexplainable mood swings. But even with these hard couple of weeks, her heart was extremely full. She was excited for the future; the future with Kairo. He was all she could think about and there wasn't anyone else she could think that would be the best person to have a child with. She loved him and that type of love was never going to falter.
"Beyonce?"
"Yeah?" She was snapped out of her gaze. As Coco blended the powder, Beyonce looked at Onika through the mirror. Her manager only raised her right eyebrow as she gestured to her files, "Did you hear me? I went through a page of things."
"Mmh." Beyonce lied. "Hey, when did Tiffany & Co. say they were going to sell the Tiffany diamond necklace over to me?"
"That's actually the thing." Onika chewed on her bottom lip as she took a seat on one of the luxurious couches. "Yeah, they decided to sell to Kylie Minogue, I called earlier this morning."
Beyonce froze, feeling her heart drop into her stomach. She had been wanting this diamond necklace ever since she learned about it in 2013. For years, Tiffany had been deciding who to sell it to—who they thought could care for the diamond necklace the most, gain enough media attention from the transaction, and who could give them the most money. The necklace held a 128.54-carat diamond found in 1877. Only two women had worn the necklace and the world erupted in shambles when Tiffany announced it was selling it. Something was alluring that pulled Beyonce in and she wanted it more than anything. She had dozens of meetings with multiple Tiffany representatives and she constantly showed them she was willing to spend millions for this piece.
