Go bitch, go bitch, go bestie
Can't fuck with these ho-"Hello" I answered the phone, stepping out of the shower.
"Faith, I need you to do me a favor." Milan started, "I forgot to order the cupcakes for today and called to order them early this morning, and I'm running around and still have to get ready and have no time to pick them up. Do you think you could go pick them up from Erica's? Please"
"Yea, did she say what time they would be ready?" I asked as I oiled my body.
"She said she would have all of them done by 2." She informed me. Looking at the time I saw it was 12:30.
"Yea I'll pick them up. Is it at Erica's bakery or her house?" I asked, depending on the day Erica worked from home.
"Her bakery. They cost $250. I'll give you the money back when you get here. Thank you so much. Love you, ok I gotta go bye." She said.
Before hanging up I responded, "No problem, love you too bye". This is why Milan was hiring an assistant and manager. She couldn't handle everything by herself because she forgot things easily.
Walking into my closet, wrapped in my robe, I looked for an outfit. I decided to wear a black silk, spaghetti strap mini dress, pairing it with black alexander wang sandal heels. Checking the time, it was now 1pm. Still needing to do my make-up, I quickly got dressed starting on my make-up. Finishing up in 45 minutes I went to look for a bag to use today.
"Ok I have to pick up the gift from mommy house and pick up the cupcakes." I reminded myself. Am I the only one who has to say things out loud for me to remember something?
Grabbing my baby blue balenciaga ville handbag m, I placed my keys, lipgloss, cash, and important identifications inside. Making sure nothing was left on or plugged in I made my way out of my apartment and to my G Wagon.
Putting Erica's into the GPS, I made my way out of the parking garage. I reached her shop in about 15 minutes. Locking my doors I went inside.
"Good afternoon, I'm here to pick up a order of cupcakes for Milan Brown." I told the girl working at the counter.
"Ok, it'll just be a 5 minute wait. We're putting the cupcakes into the boxes." She said. Nodding I stood off to the side, deciding to kill time by scrolling through instagram.
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Just Have Faith
General FictionDecember, 1993 "Ma... I don't know what to do. He wants nothing to do with me. He just kept saying she's not his" A teary eyed 18 year old Anna, sobbed in her mothers arms. "I'm eighteen.. ma I'm not ready.." She spoke as her mind raced, recalling...