A Sweet Mistake

Seven

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We walked out of the building, our hands clasped together, I was elated for Tommy on winning the best designer of the year. Two media personalities had complimented my dress and I felt really happy. I was feeling a little bit better.

"Betty Grover, Tommy," a young radiant brunette reached out to us "I'd love it if you'd the lady's knights meeting tomorrow" She said handing me the envelope and I took it nervously, it had my name written on it in block letters. Oh wow, specs of being a celebrity slash billionaire girlfriend huh?

"Tomorrow is our gym day, I'd love it if you could attend, my name is Julia Chan" she kissed me on my cheeks and bid us goodnight.

We walked back to our car after we said good bye to Lucas.

"That was fun" I said happily inside the car.

"I'm glad you had fun"

"And to think it was over, I get to attend a lady society's gym exercise meeting, wow" I said. How my life had turned around in three days, I began to date on of NY's most handsome and wealthy bachelors, I got invited to fashion fest which I normally watched on TV and now I'm being invited to a society meeting. Things have really changed.

"Do you think I should go? I mean I don't want to skip wor...." I said but Tommy cut me off

"Go, enjoy yourself Betty" He told me as he smiled at me.

"Okay thank you" I agreed "you know seeing you today getting your award and being the center of an applause, it makes me wish one day to get there"

"And you will, just continue to work hard" He advised with a wink.

We bidded ourselves goodbye and I went into my apartment.

The next day, I got up a little bit late, Well I wasn't that drunk so no hangovers thank God, I heard a loud knock on my door, it was nine in the morning shit, i had the elites women meeting today, I had to find a suitable gym outfit, considering I don't visit the gym that often or at all, I might have trouble in that department. But hell, I should have an outfit.

I left my wardrobe and walked to my door to answer it, on opening it I saw a red substance splattered over my corridor and the walls, I screamed, shaking, I bent down to check the red substance please don't be blood my life is complicated enough i chanted in my head. it was red paint. I hissed and looked around the apartment building. I knew some lousy teenagers were misbehaving, I was going to inform the head security of this place to caution them, it's disgusting. Just as I was about to enter back into my apartment, an envelope was by my door weird why does this keep happening, my neighbors are sick assholes but they should keep their mails to themselves. I opened the envelope inside and a paper came out it read LEAVE HIM ALONE, HE IS MINE. Bull shit, who the fuck is this, he is mine? Maybe one of the teenagers was one of Tommy's fan or Janessa? But she didn't know me the day before yesterday, I got a letter like this. I was sure it was nothing, it was definitely a teenager. On my way out, I'd just alert the apartment security, my apartment might not be standard but at least we should be safe. Right now I have bigger problems, I had to find a gym outfit in less than three hours or I'm fucked. Shit I have to clean the mess in my corridor.

** "Please can you help caution some teenagers who keep wandering about in the neighborhood" I told one of the apartment security guys named Larry on my way out.