"...Jazz you were brought in my life to fulfill a purpose."
Jasmin and The Artist; what they do not realize yet is that they need each other.
What happens when two broken people cross paths by chance?
They're both in search of true inner peace...
Walking through the bustling crowd of London City Airport, I clutched onto the handle of my carry on tightly as I attempted to block out the anxiety that was slowly building up inside. People from all walks of life continuously bumped into me, racing to find their terminal.
After retrieving the rest of my luggage, I exhaled a sigh of relief as my eyes scanned over a sign with 'Jasmin Wilson' scribbled on it.
As I approached the unsuspecting burly hispanic man, I waved my hand at him to get his attention. "Hi, I'm Jasmin Wilson. I'm sorry about the mix up my flight was dela—",
Cutting me off with an expressionless tone, "You're late. The boss said your flight should've gotten in 3 hours ago. We're behind schedule."
Well if he would've let me explain, he would've known my connecting flight out of Boston was delayed for 3 hours.
Grabbing my rolling suitcase from my hand, I followed him outside and into the awaiting town car.
Aside from taking in the breathtaking sites as they flew past us, the thirty minute ride was rather uneventful. Other than occasionally glancing back at me, the unnamed bodyguard never said more than two words to me the entire ride. I could sense an unspoken amount of tension in the car.
Pulling up to our destination, I was in aw of the Bulgari Hotel London. Pacing through the lobby behind him, I was only afforded mere seconds to take in the lavishness of it all.
As we stepped on a secluded set of elevators, the bodyguard bypassed all the numbered floors and pressed the button that was labeled "P" and put in a code on the keypad.
Once we reached the top floor, we were met with a set of pristine white double doors and another bodyguard sitting near by.
"Glad y'all finally made it, Andrew I'll take it from here." Just from first glance this guy already looked nicer than his uptight co-worker. "Ms. Wilson, I'll take your bags. My name is Troy by the way."
Handing my bags over to Troy, Andrew turned on his heels and headed back on the elevator without saying another word.
Walking into the penthouse suite, my jaw was literally on the floor at how immaculate the vast suite was. The freshly waxed cherry wood floors. The large grey sectional in the middle of the living room. The priceless artwork lining the walls. The smell of lavender and vanilla filled my nostrils as Prince's familiar scent set the ambience in the room.
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"Ms. Wilson, the boss took the initiative to have his assistant pick you out some dresses from a local boutique. They're located in the bedroom to your right. If you get hungry, you can order room service. If you need anything else, I will be outside."
"Jasmin, you can call me Jasmin, Troy."
"Jasmin...we'll be leaving in two hours to head to the venue."
