HOW I MET MY TRILLIONAIRE HUSBAND

s seemed unconcerned. "Where's that girl's friend?" one of the officers asked. "We need to question her." Cherish's parents exchanged a worried glance. They had already spoken to Kelly, bu

e didn't resemble her father, and his features seemed more like a model's. "Michael? No, but this guy looks more like a model than Michael. Oh, a white guy? Oh no, I must be dreaming. I should probably just sleep to go back to the real world," she thought to herself. In a quieter mood, her eyes shut, and she found herself back with her friends at the restaurant. They sat at a round table, discussing the upcoming fashion show in Germany for Adidas' clothing launch. "Oh girls, we need to book VIP tickets on time. We need a closer look at the fashion models displaying the clothes. What do you think, girls?" one of her friends asked. "Cherish, are you with us?" the first white lady asked. "What do you say about that?" the second lady, who seemed American, asked. "I guess she's coming," the American lady said. "I need to call my dad for permission," Cherish replied. As Cherish reached for her phone to call her dad, she realized his number wasn't going through. She wondered why. "So, Cherish, what do you say?" Vivian asked. "You girls hold on a bit. I guess the network here is bad, so I'll make the call outside the restaurant. By the way, have you girls seen Kelly?" Cherish asked. They looked at her with weird faces, and before they could ask who Kelly was, Cherish rushed out to make the phone call. As she tried to call Kelly, she got frustrated with Kelly's vague responses. "Well, well, well, what Kelly? Well...?" Cherish asked, but Kelly hung up. Frustrated, Cherish returned to the restaurant and shouted, "For some reason, my dad isn't picking up, and Kelly isn't helping matters, not even talking properly to me." "I think we shouldn't pretend to know who Kelly is, right girls?" Diama said. "So, may I ask, who is Kelly, C