Scandalous Engagement✅(PREVIEW).

BLURB + 01|First Impression.

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First Impression..

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Dear Diary,

Today marks the first day of the year2019, and it's also the day I managed to snag my former best friend's number after four long years. It's quickly turned into one of the best days of my life. No bloody kidding!I'm part of the 0.99% of the world's population that still keeps a diary, but I usually reserve it for special occasions.Let's get one thing straight: I swear. A lot. You'll just have to bear with me on this one. Lol, sorry, other me. Bye!

Your Lovely Owner, Amii.

I know I'm weird.

With a toothy grin stretching across my face, I fished out the tiny piece of paper that held everything I needed and squealed as I dialed the number. But the call ended with the girl not bothering to pick up. Frustration bubbled up inside me. Still, I reminded myself that today was supposed to be one of my favorite days, so I forced a smile on my face.

After a mental debate on whether to leave a flood of missed calls or a mature text message, I settled on the latter.

"Hey B. Please call me when you're free. - Your secret admirer ;-)" I squealed, hit send, and dashed off to Daddy's room.

He listens to all my stories, whether they're good or bad. "Daddy! I got Sa'aadah's number!" I shrieked, practically bouncing in place. "You won't believe it!"

"Oh, I'm sure I will," he replied, his gruff voice reaching me from within the room. That was the green light I needed to barge in.

"Daddy! I left her a text message. Oh, I can't wait for her reply!" I exclaimed, heading over to the mirror to admire my new hairstyle.

Black and blue braids cascaded down my back, hitting right at my waist.

I retreated to my room not long after, awaiting my friend's response.

As I flopped onto my bed, an ear-to-ear grin spreading across my face while I waited for Sa'adah's reply, I decided to tune into Riverdale on Netflix. Yes, I'm a fan of Veronica, and I'm 23 years old. She reminds me of myself in so many ways.

Just as I was lost in a scene where the girls swooned over Archie, my phone rang, jolting me out of my reverie. Annoyed at the interruption, I glanced at the screen, and, to my surprise, Sa'adah's contact flashed delightfully on it.

"Oh yes!" I shouted, diving to grab the phone.

"Hello? Sa'adah! Oh my, oh my! I can't believe I finally got your number! Can you believe it? After four years, I've missed you so much!" I rambled, not even bothering to introduce myself. There was no need; she knows my voice all too well.

"Hey." The voice on the other end sounded deep and unfamiliar. I blinked, checking my phone to confirm I'd dialed the right number.

"Oh. You're not Sa'adah. Wait, are you her husband? Oh God, sorry you had to hear that! I just missed your wife so much. It's Amirah—her childhood friend. I bet she has said quite a lot about me. Nice to meet you, but I didn't quite catch your name." I sweetly inquired, but I think I heard him mutter something along the lines of "she rambles," which made my eyebrows raise in annoyance.