Yazmin Nyla Robertson and Sean Jackson come from two different worlds, despite living in the same city. Two worlds that were never meant to cross paths, but did.
Started: March 2021
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Time moves so slow when you're not having fun. When you watch the clock constantly, it moves even slower. Everyday I watch the clock in hopes that the days would go by faster. I envision it already being summertime in Europe and I'm on a boat drinking mimosas. My life is more calm without the people that surround me everyday. I wish that it could be summer already.
Yazmin took a deep breath as she felt her dress tighten. Briefly, she closed eyes and tried her best to hold still so her dress could be buttoned quickly from the back.
"There we go."
She looked back at her mothers tailor and smiled thankfully.
"How do I look?"
"You look great. Your mother said that they should be ready for you in her beauty room."
She'd already done her makeup and hair at her appointment, but she needed to finish any touch ups before she left.
Yazmin nodded and watched as the woman walked out of her bedroom. She sighed heavily and grabbed her belongings. Looking around her room, she contemplated on whether or not she should jump back into her bed or try to have a good night. She decided to go for the latter.
Hesitantly, she closed her door and headed off to the beauty room. The room was just as big as her bedroom, filled with new clothes and shoes that weren't worn before. There were two vanities in the room and a large closet with a dresser in the middle filled with her mothers jewelry. Anthony made sure that he got a large mansion for his wife. He knew that she was a woman who craved nice things- not that she couldn't pay for them on her own, but as the provider, he helped her with whatever she wanted.
It didn't help Yazmin with who she'd become. It was safe to say that she was very spoiled. Whatever she wanted, she got, and more.
As she opened the door to the beauty room, the woman by the vanity jolted up to her feet. She rushed over to the young lady and grabbed her arm, causing her to jump with fright.
"Come, sit, sit, sit. We don't have much time," she said in a French accent.
"I just need some touch ups, Marie, and that's about it."
"Your mother said to add some curls to your hair. Limp hair doesnt go well with the dress."
Yazmin's eyes widened.
Limp hair?
"Oh!" She exclaimed as Marie lightly pushed her into the gold chair and sprayed her hair. She closed her eyes and coughed from the strong scent of the spray.
She thought that her hair looked great. Her curls were pressed straight and cascaded down her back. Her hair was cut into layers that framed her face well. But as she continued to look at herself in the mirror, she couldn't help but want something different.
