Diary of a Fallen Queen

Part 4: The Interview

I rolled over enjoying to comfort of my bed. Drool trailing down my cheek and landing on my memory foam pillow.

I hear chimes and squirm under my covers trying to drown out the sound.

It finally stops and I roll over burrowing deeper into my pillow.

Chime. Chime. Chime.

There it goes again. I am going to lose my mind if that chime doesn't stop. I just want to sleep. It's not like I have anywhere to go.

Oh no. I gasp as I abrubtly sit up in my bed. I grab my phone to check the time.

I let out a sigh of relief when I see that it's only 5:15.

I eyeballed my outfit deliberating on whether I actually want to wear it.

I decide to stick with my choice of ripped jeans shorts that stop mid thigh, leapord print body suit, yellow cover up and clear heels.

I didn't want to be too dressed up but at the same time I'm not too laid back. I put a pair of flats in my bag just incase.

(Outfit below)

I sleek my hair into a top bunk and do my makeup as natural as possible.

I go to pick my phone up to check how much time I have when my phone dings, indicating that I have a new message.

A smile grows on my face and his name... Well the name that he gave himself pops up.

Hubby❤️
Hey georgous. I'm on the way to pick you up. I already know you look amazing. 😍😍.

Im pretty sure my lips would rip apart if I smile any harder.

Me
- ☺️ yes I'm ready. How far away are you?

Hubby❤️
- 10 minutes

Me
-Ok. I'll be outside when you get here.

Hubby❤️
-Absolutely not. Stay inside. I'll be there shortly.

Well ok then.  I take a seat on my couch and anxiously fidget with my fingernails as I wait for him to message me that he arrived.

10 minutes later I hear a knock on my front door.