PLEASE READ: Hey FAM!!! So I know it's been a while since I've updated and I just wanted you know I'm not slacking off in the book because I'm lazy, it's because writer's block is real and so is being busy. Some of these authors out here create books, update like crazy, and then just stop without saying anything at all to their readers and dat crap is annoyingaf!!!😠😠😣 But I'm just saying this to let yall know dat ain't me. And if I was to take a break, Imma let cha know, say something and give you an explanation. Okay??
So get comfortable and enjoy dis chapter!!!😘😘
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"How do I look?", I asked Odell self-consciously looking back at him as my tailor finished up on my dress.
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Okay, your probably asking yourselves, "where in tha fuck are they going??".
Good question.
Well, Odell and I had finally completed the brand and were getting ready for our own self-planned banquet to celebrate our accomplishments.
And I couldn't lie, I was pretty excited.
The whole city of Miami and surrounding designers would be there.
But one problem.
I wasn't too stoked about the paparazzi.
Flashing cameras.
People yelling questions.
Telling you to smile and shit.
Smile my ass!!
All I wanted to do was attend this damn thing, go home, and get in a king-sized bed.
Because a four-month old pregnant lady didn't need to be out hee-hawing and mingling all fuckin night.
