"Brittney, thank God you are here. I almost thought I wouldn't survive tonight, but your presence assures me.”“I'm glad you are here too. Every time I see you, you never seem to be out of style. You look so lovely, and the outfit is great. I love how you added the fascinator; it gives a bit of mystery woman. I can only imagine the headlines on so many blogs tomorrow. “Who's the mystery woman behind the veil?" she says as she bursts out laughing and immediately lowers her laughter as a few heads turn towards us.“Thank you very much. Although I used it as a gimmick to hide,"“I see. Anyway, I want one of those. Preferably black too. Why are you hiding, if I may ask, any skeletons in your cupboard? Because, girl, you have a big thing coming. Trust this jobless set of people to dig it out.”“Can you see the swam of paparazzi buzzing all over Jordan and me? To me, that's more than a thousand reasons to flee into hiding.”“You’ll get used to it eventually. Where is he, though?”“Somewhere

As the days go by, I pray for courage and resilience to withstand whatever these trolls bring my way."Süsser, is Bryan hitting you up?” Jordan says, handing me my phone.“Let me see." I respond, wondering what he wants from me.“You seem fazed."Why is he sending me tonnes of messages?It must be good to sleep on a water bed and on a pillow made of feathers.Tables turn. The mystery lady is the talk of the city.A well-watered rose blooms, but the one that isn't falls to the ground and withers away. It is soon forgotten as the days go by.I saw that photo of you in the park. It reminds me of when we would play in the park until late in the evening. It was one of your favourite things. Mi amor.What in the world are all these weird text messages?“You haven't answered my question, sweet?” He asks, his tone a bit louder this time."Jordan, give me a break, please. I'm just processing it too. I ended things with him and deleted his number. You saw the messages. Did you see any previous

“Someone seems to be glowing really well lately.” Tony says.“You can say that again. Aside from the China project stress, I’ve been eating good food, drinking enough water, and enjoying some good love.”“Good to know. You haven’t told me why we are going to the car dealer. Any new car that tickles your fancy?” He asks, fixing his seatbelts.“None yet. I want to get one for Süsser.”“Hmmm.”“What’s hmmm?”“Nothing.”“Out with it,” I say, taking the next turn.“Why are you buying her a car?”“Because she’s my girlfriend. Why would you ask me such a question?”“I know you too well to know that you gift pretty big or expensive things as a way of apologising. So it’s either three things. She requested for a car, or her previous car got stolen, or you are buying her a car to apologise for God knows what. Which of them is it?”“It irks me that you and Brittney know me too well.”“Too bad. Which is it, though?”“We may have had a heated argument yesterday.”“And you rush to buy her a car?”“

Five solid months of pure bliss. There are a few arguments here and there, but it all gets sorted out via intense communication that same day. Arguments that often arise as a result of Jordan’s wanting to pay for virtually everything. Aside from that, I’m living my dreams and steadily threading the path to success.I’m slowly beginning to get immune to internet trolls. I’ve decided to leave headaches and cheap gossip for internet trolls while I enjoy the love, the money, and of course the fame. I’ve been doing a lot of sketches, and I’ve registered for fashion school. I am to resume next year, which is just a month away. December is fast approaching, and so is Ray’s birthday.I want to throw her a surprise party, but I’m sure Jordan will beat me to it. How do I tell the father of a child not to throw a birthday party for his child and to just trust me to handle it? Wouldn't that feel some type of way? I want to fly Ashanti in too for the birthday because she’s been talking about how m

“Your home is so beautiful. The architect, the interior designer, and every other person who contributed to erecting this beast deserve an award. It’s beautiful and massive.”“Thank you very much. We bought it right before it got on the market.”“That’s nice. It must have cost a fortune.”“It did, but it was our dream home.”“Many people will literally kill to live here, and thank you, Brittney. That surprise getaway was so memorable.”“Thank Jordan. It was his idea, and he paid for both of us. Besides, hanging out with you was fun.”“Hanging out with you too was fun, and what if you didn’t agree to go with me? So thank you.”“It’s fine. What would you like to drink?” She asks. “Water, thanks.”She gives me a funny stare and then wiggles her eyebrows.“What?” I ask, confused.“I thought we bonded on our getaway. You sneaky woman.” She says, grinning.“I’m confused.”“You are pregnant.” She says, grinning even wider while doing a weird dance.I choke on my saliva, trying to make out w