“Are you sure you want to spend Christmas at my parent’s place?”"Yes, I am. Don’t you?”“If she wants us there, why not? I just want to make sure you are comfortable, and there’s the last-minute request.”“I am comfortable; besides, she doesn’t bite, and Ray is so excited."“Mother spoils her silly; of course she would. I wouldn’t be surprised if Mother gifted her another Birkin bag this Christmas.” He says he is arranging the last hamper in the car.“I’m guessing she got one last Christmas?”“And three Christmases’ before.”Okay??“Why do you have that look on?” he asks.“Because the Christmas gift I got her doesn’t even come close at all. What if she doesn’t like it?”“Süsser, you know she will. Anything that comes from you, she treasures."I cross-check the boot to see if all our loads are complete and intact.“Fingers crossed. Your mom’s calling.”“Ray? Come down, let’s go. Your grandma is blaring up my phone.”“Daddy, can I share food and gifts with you guys tomorrow?”“Sure,” J
“Can I hang the treetopper??” Ray asks, picking up the Christmas angel ornament.“Yes, baby,” Jordan answers, carrying her to the top of the tree. She successfully hangs it and delightfully celebrates the accomplishment.“I'll go check on our gingerbread man and the cookie house,” I announce, putting my mitten back on.“Can I tag along?”"Of course you can, Ray.”“How’s your mom?” Mrs. Elizabeth asks, covering the pudding.“She is very well, Ma.”“Please call me Mom or Lizzy. How's she spending her Christmas?”“With a friend, I guess.”“Very well, then. Anyone I know?”“Not sure.”“Oh okay.”I'm not about to tell Mrs. Elizabeth that her mother will be spending Christmas with her boyfriend. That's not my secret to tell. especially because she didn't bring him to the engagement party for reasons best known to her.“Tell me you are famished because I am.”“I am,” I confess.“The last time I cooked this vigorously was last year's Christmas. All we have to do tomorrow is cook the turkey, m
It’s Christmas!!!! The long-awaited day finally graces us with its presence. I'm elated.“Come on, Patricia, we’re going to be late,” Ray announces, barging into the room in excitement. I smile at the burst of adrenaline.“I’m almost done; I just need to wear my heels." I quickly put on my nude heels and hurry downstairs to meet everyone.It's a day to celebrate love and family, and spending it with the Bakers feels great—we're able to blend in with their world of sophistication and elegance and learn a brand-new, intriguing custom. We'll be feeding and gifting the homeless people after the church service, which is an awesome idea.It's a very kind thing to do, and I'm happy to be a part of it. Being hungry, homeless, and living on the streets is not a pleasant sensation at all, though I can't say I know what it feels like. Being outside for a short moment and feeling the cold against my skin is so uncomfortable. How much more, constantly breathing the cold without having a hiding pla
As I prepare for my first day of fashion school, excitement runs through me. This is a very vital step towards achieving my desired goal. I am grateful to God for such an amazing opportunity. A dream that felt like it was almost impossible to achieve due to financial restraint has become an opportunity handed on a platter of gold. I'm a few steps away from achieving my ultimate goal, and it feels so surreal.“Jai, don’t sweat. You have an important meeting. You don’t have to come with me to school.”“It’s my süsser's first day at fashion school; of course I must, and Tony can kick off the meeting. Sweet, you look so hot; my coffee is extremely jealous right now.""I'm so flattered considering how hot your coffee usually is.""Everyone at your school today isn't prepared for what's coming their way. Because what is all this beauty and this outfit? No no. I might have a change of mind about letting you step out of this house.""Nothing, I mean absolutely nothing, Jai, not you, and defin
I take a deep breath before entering the lobby. This is it—the beginning of a new chapter in my life, one filled with aspirations of becoming a top fashion designer. I finally did it. I’m about to start my first day of fashion school. It feels like a dream. I’m here now in this building after imagining it for several years.As I enter the grand lobby, I am immediately struck by the buzz of creativity and talent that surrounds me. A polished marble reception desk stood at the centre of the lobby. Three receptionists, two females and one male, were impeccably dressed behind the desk and attending to the students by welcoming us with a warm smile, ready to provide guidance and information. I join the short queue of already-waiting students and look around my beautiful surroundings while trying not to act too stunned by how beautiful this place is.The walls are adorned with runway photographs from renowned fashion shows. In the near future, I want pictures from my fashion shows to be on
The long-awaited break time. I fell asleep without having dinner yesterday and woke up this morning way too excited to put anything into my stomach."Would that be all?" the server asks."Yes please."After such a lengthy and exquisite introduction to the basics of fashion, I just want to find a quiet corner away from humans and eat this food. I take a quick scan of the room and find a nice corner."So... Jordan?? North America's golden boy, a big catch if I must add." Melvin says, settling down beside me."You don't sound pleased." I say irritated."Well, Bryan's my friend too.""Your point, Melvin?" I ask, grabbing my tacos."I never took you for a woman who loved bad boys. Do you have any idea of his records?""I'll appreciate it if we do not talk about my fiance. Not that you deserve any explanation, but just so you know, he's a changed person."Melvin's laughter fills booms causing people to turn towards us."You are making a scene." I say through greeted teeth, suddenly feeling
I'm still in shock that Patricia spoke to me like that. I have always respected her wish, and I’ve never made her feel like this isn’t her house either. I don’t get where this is coming from, and it makes my heart sink.I leave the room wondering how a simple statement and question could lead to such an outburst. Patricia's reaction took me completely by surprise. Could it be wedding cold feet, or is she just stressed from fashion school?If she needs space, then I might as well respect her wish. I head back to my home office to finish up with work, but my mind keeps going back to her words and wondering what the cause of her outburst could be. An hour and a half later, I finally finish up. Under normal circumstances, this work should have taken me nothing less than 45 minutes at most.I sigh, rubbing my temples. I’m already tired from the day’s work, and I want to go upstairs to sleep, but I don’t want to go to bed without us talking about whatever is bothering her. I don’t want any
“Come on, Patricia, they are already on their way from the doctor’s appointment.”“I’m just trying to finish up on some things; they are almost done with the decorations.” I say, rushing out to meet him.“Is everything else ready?”“Yes, everything else is perfect." I’m so excited for this. Brittney already said she wasn't doing a baby shower, and I don’t know why, but Tony agreed with her, and as much as we want to respect their decisions, I don’t want them to look back and have regrets. It’s their first child. Why wouldn't they want a baby shower?Jordan and I are throwing them a cute and simple baby shower. The only ones present here aside from us are both their parents and Hazel, Tony’s sister. Very small and intimate.I have been planning this celebration for weeks now, ensuring every detail is perfect, and I’m glad everything has fallen into place. The decorations are now set up all over the room. Upon entering the room, Brittney and Tony’s baby shower sign is decorated with pin