A Wife for the Billionaire

ith the accursed tile, I

drawer for something else to wear

I believe everyone should have a style that's uniquely customized to them. Even when one wears a popular brand l

riginal style of a wear, a shade, or even a hairband, somethin

own brand 'U-nique', but with the way this mor

nt enough that says "Sofia Blake, a dreamer". That was what my last attire said until A

rinkled gray crop-shirt and blue high waist jeans. Just look

an interview for the position of a clerk. Unlike Annabel and Mirabel, who had bul

rnship. Alicia collected them be

but each time Alicia always finds me. As a popular woman, a phone call

ney and belongings. Then she would let the world know that the apple doesn't fall far from t

xpose me and expose herself. Then I remembered how

n weren't allowed. She had cried and wailed until they were left with no choice, but to let us in. I

on all these, I had started trekking back to the house that night. In spite of the cold and how d

mansion. And it took consistent banging that made my palms and

ould probably give up, but I couldn't. I rather go there an

s. My caramel hair remained loose in curls, running down the length of my back. A light makeup, accentuating my rose cheeks

ways known that fact, but also found it hard to accept. I m

ck how I looked once again. A sneer twisted my face as I took in my appeara

irs. After checking everything and gettin

un made its way to the top. Making my way downtown, I drifted with the smell of baked goods, cakes,

one hand and a bagel on the other. And for a second the thought of

dogs, a couple that can't seem to let each other go even though they must part ways, a school boy with his graffiti

y lips even before I mana

, asshole!" The girl I stu

ued on my way neglecting her curse. I didn't actually bla

already and yet to get a cab. So in estimate from the time I left the house, juggling my way to this spot and ten m

ack Mercedes car screeched to a halt inches from where I stood. As I approached it,

confident that the driver must've taken a look at me and m

t desperate times call

s a man with shades alighted from the driver'

ed, not even looking at me. I was still waiting fo

me. I mean, I know I got it and all that, but you

t was happening? Embarrassment flushe

hered his things. His wallet. His phone. "

id items, "Does this look like a fuckin

e and for a while he was speech

mean to be that harsh. I jus

too bad you didn't. I know I made a mistake, but

ack, let me drop you off" He c

ourself" I

uelty after my embarrassment, decided to