"Girl, you need to just call him." Henree said to me as she thumbed through the rack of shirts at Neiman Marcus.
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| Heyyyy sisssss.. . Henree Wright ! |
I decided to call my older sister. Henree for a little retail therapy. Erica was going to meet us later on at Dinah's Family Restaurant to catch up and get some of their slamming soul food, which I need to get my hands on before I take a flight out to Africa next week for another photo shoot in the safari.
Its been a whole week since I've heard from O'shea. I have been calling him nonstop and leaving voicemails, text messages and even tried DM'ing him on Snapchat, Facebook and hell even Instagram. I know he sees them because he is constantly posting pictures and recording snaps. I never thought that he would be this upset with me. But I guess I deserve it right?
I sighed as I picked up a Moncler Blue Bubble Vest that was on clearance for $567.00. it was a beautiful Sky blue with glossy overlay that gave it the extra umph. With a fur hoody that made it look even more diva-like was definitely enough for me to say yes to this vest. I was so in awe at the coat, I didn't even notice Henree staring at me.
"What?
"What you mean what?" she asked with a snooty tone. "Did you even try to call O'shea at all since ya'll argument?"
"Henree. I left this man 200 voicemails this past week and I lost count on how many times I have called and texted. I am pretty sure if he wanted to file harassment charges on me all he had to do was show the damn police his call log."
