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