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"Women are so relevant in life, and in all places, that the logical thing to do is to capture them accurately and build them accurately."
Zoe Saldana
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Margot
"Hello, Daughter," The tall, light-skinned man in a blue Vanquish II suit says with a wide grin on his face, his emerald green eyes twinkling with delight. Those eyes always makes me wish I had same eyes as his rather than my mom's brown eyes.
Don't get me wrong. With her smooth as silk brown skin, pleasant to look at oval face, my mom could have been said to be one of the most beautiful women in the world. But there's just something about the way dad's eyes twinkles that makes me so jealous.
What?
Can't I be?
Meanwhile, I just stare at him, surprised. Why am I surprised?
Firstly, he's not the type to drop in unannounced.
Secondly, the last time we spoke, he had been on a business trip and had assured me I would be the first to know when he arrives.
Lastly, well, he just looks more handsome every time I see him, and younger, like as if he's forty-five rather than his fifty-eight.
"And what kind of daughter does nothing but gawk at her own father when he comes visiting?" Metisha says, resting her cheeks on her hands. I swear that girl's inability to keep her mouth shut will surely put her in trouble one day.
Turning towards her with a smile as fake as her lashes, I retort, "Metisha, why don't you just kiss my black ass?"
"And you, my darling, can have the honour of kissing my white ass," she fires back with her own fake smile.
"And can you idiots stop kissing each other's asses and show this man some respect before I make both of you kiss my fair ass?" Jules yells at us while my dad just looks on with amusement written all over his face.
"Are you guys always like this?" He asks.
"I am awfully sorry for their behaviour sir," Jules pleads, like a woman whose last born had been caught stealing a neighbour's cookie. "I try, I really try to teach them good manners but they never listen." She then signals to me with her eyes to apologise.
"Dad, I am sorry."
"I am sorry too, sir," Metisha says, even though she doesn't, in the slightest manner, look sorry.
I throw her a murderous glare before facing my dad with a smile. "Dad, why don't you let us go to a part of the house where I can offer you a drink and you can sit comfortably."
"Isn't that what you should have said earlier instead of keeping one of the most respected men in this country standing and stressed out?"
Anytime I wonder why I behave like such an idiot at times, I remember I'm friends with Metisha, the Queen of Idiocy.
Since she taught me how to be an idiot, wouldn't it be right to show her how much I've learnt?
"I swear, Tisha, I'll..."
Wondering why I stopped?
Daddy dearest tugs at my arm!
Oh, the things we do for love.
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Rich, Famous and Partnerless
Literatura Kobieca"Do you think it's the money?" Jules asks, keenly staring at Metisha and I. "I think it's the fame," Metisha answers, taking another slice of cake with a look of disinterest in her eyes. "I think it's both," I say, in a tone of finality that makes t...
