Abella, How It Started

Bella

      "G, where is my eyeshadow?" 

      "It should be in your room Bella."

      "But where in my room? God, I swear you get this ability to be oh-so vague from mom."

      "Oh haha. So funny. In the top drawer, left side of your big shoe closet." 

      "Thanks G!" I say while slipping on a tight black dress that fits my curves perfectly. It was silky with a tight grip on my waist. It covered my sleeves tinting to a gray and it fell below my knees. I slipped on a pair of black heels and applied black lipstick. I then proceeded to brush on some makeup: foundation, blush, eyeshadow, etc. It was quite the hassle. But, being L.A's hottest single model has its perks, am I right? 

      "Oh my GOD! Bella, what angel kissed you! You are gorgeous!" Gigi screamed. I giggled. We got into the limo and drove away. My hair was in a bunch of thick curls. I finally didn't straighten it for an event. It just seemed that curly hair was too much of a hassle. There was only one person I knew that loved my hair for its natural beauty. Abel. I wince. It has been years since I heard from him. I soon hear a familiar voice turn onto the radio. That is his new album. I listen. Abel was blessed with such a voice. As he starts singing, I listen to the lyrics: wasted times I spent with someone else, she wasn't even half of you, reminiscing how you felt. I feel tears begin to prick at my eyes. This was about me. There still was hope. I feel something inside my chest. Joy. He still chooses me, after all of this. "Hey Bell, you good?" Gigi asked. 

      "More than good, awesome."