The Plug's Daughter

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The Plug's Daughter
Chapter 21: Love in full bloom
Couple Weeks Later...

Alazhá's POV:

The late afternoon sunlight poured into Alazhá's living room as she flipped through Instagram, her girls sprawled out around her. Zori was perched on the arm of the couch, Keisha was scrolling TikTok with an attitude, and Mariah had her legs tucked under her, tapping away on her phone to plan her birthday trip.

"I'm tellin' y'all," Mariah started, holding up her screen, "we need this villa. Six bedrooms, an infinity pool, and a private chef. I don't want y'all in my kitchen messin' up the vibe."

"Girl, you act like we ever cookin' on vacation," Zori shot back, smirking.

"You right," Alazhá chimed in, tossing her phone aside. "But Mariah, you better know we gon' blow the budget on excursions. I'm tryna ride elephants and take them fire IG pics, not sit in no villa the whole time."

"Speaking of budget," Keisha cut in, her tone sharp, "we sure everybody got they funds together? Don't nobody need to be playin' broke in Bali."

Mariah side-eyed her. "Keisha, you been on one lately. What's up with you?"

"Ain't nothin' up," Keisha replied with a shrug. "I'm just keepin' it real."

"Real negative," Mariah snapped. "You gon' kill the vibe before we even get there."

"Aight, y'all, chill," Zori interrupted, holding up her hands. "We not gon' be fightin' before the birthday trip of the year."

"Facts," Alazhá added, giving Keisha a pointed look. "And for the record, my money been right, so worry about yourself."

While Alazhá and her girls were locked in vacation mode, Romani was on a mission of his own. He wanted to ask her to be his girl, but not just any basic way. He wanted to do it big, like only he could.

Khoson (Bully aka Romani's bsf) leaned against the Escalade, watching Romani pace. "Man, you really out here stressin' like you finna propose."

"Shut up, Khoson," Romani muttered, checking his phone for the fifteenth time. "The flowers and gifts better be right. I'm not half-steppin' on this."

Khoson smirked. "You really in love, huh?"

Romani paused, thinking about the way Alazhá lit up a room without even trying. "Yeah, somethin' like that. She the real deal."

"Then you better make sure this goes smooth. Ain't no do-overs," Khoson said, clapping him on the shoulder.

Romani nodded. "Trust me, I got this."

Later that evening, Alazhá was in her room, lounging in her pink versace robe , scrolling through her vendor contacts for her hair company. Her phone buzzed, and she picked it up, seeing Romani's name pop up.

Romani: Be ready at 7. Wear somethin' sexy.

Alazhá: What's this about? 👀

Romani: Just trust me.

Her curiosity was piqued, but she wasn't about to let him know that.

"Y'all, Romani just told me to be ready by 7. He ain't say what for, though," she announced, walking into the living room where her girls were still debating over Bali plans.

"Ooooh, girl, he finna do somethin' special!" Zori squealed, clapping her hands.

"He better," Mariah said, grinning. "If he pull some corny mess, I'm clownin' him."

Keisha just shrugged. "Let's hope he don't disappoint."

The Big Reveal

At 7 sharp, Romani pulled up in his Escalade, stepping out looking like money in a crisp black suit and Cartier shades. Alazhá's breath caught when she saw him.

"Damn, you clean," she said, sliding into the passenger seat.

"And you look like trouble," he shot back, his eyes sweeping over her body-hugging balenciaga dress and rene caovilla heels.

"Boy, drive," she said, smirking.

The drive was quiet, but the tension was electric. She tried to read him, but his face was cool, giving nothing away. When they pulled up to the St. Regis, her brows furrowed.

"What we doin' here?" she asked as he opened her door.

"You'll see," he said, taking her hand and leading her inside.

The elevator ride felt endless, her heart pounding as she tried to piece together what he had planned. When they reached the penthouse, he opened the door, and her jaw dropped.

The room was transformed into a floral wonderland. Pink and white roses covered every surface, and her initials were spelled out in glittering gold on a massive bouquet. Candles flickered softly, casting a romantic glow over the room.

On the bed were the gifts: emerald green Bottega heels, a sleek Chanel bag, an orange Hermès Birkin with a wad of cash tucked inside, and a Swarovski diamond ring that sparkled under the light.

"Romani..." she whispered, her hand flying to her mouth.

He smirked, pulling her closer. "I told you, Zhá. I don't play when it comes to you."

She turned to him, her voice shaky. "What's all this for?"

He took a deep breath, his eyes locking on hers. "Because I want you to know how serious I am. I ain't just tryna talk to you—I'm tryna build somethin' real. So, Alazhá... will you be my girl?"

She blinked, tears welling in her eyes as the weight of the moment hit her. "Romani, you really did all this... for me?"

"Hell yeah," he said, his voice steady. "So what's it gon' be?"

A slow smile spread across her face as she nodded. "Yes, Romani. I'm yours."

He slipped the ring onto her finger, pulling her into a deep kiss that left her breathless.

They spent the rest of the night sipping champagne and laughing, the weight of their unspoken feelings finally out in the open.

As they curled up on the plush couch, her head resting on his chest, she whispered, "You know you just set the bar way too high, right?"

He chuckled, kissing her forehead. "Good. I want you to know ain't nobody else comin' close to what we got."

And in that moment, surrounded by roses and the glow of their love, Alazhá knew she was exactly where she was meant to be.