𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝕿𝖜𝖊𝖓𝖙𝖞-𝕹𝖎𝖓𝖊

4.2K 379 363
                                    

𝕾𝖆𝖒𝖆𝖗𝖎𝖆 𝕵𝖔𝖍𝖓𝖘𝖔𝖓'𝖘 𝕻𝕺𝖁|| 𝐉𝐮𝐧𝐞 𝟐𝟔 @ 𝟖:𝟎𝟒𝐚𝐦 ||

Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.

𝕾𝖆𝖒𝖆𝖗𝖎𝖆 𝕵𝖔𝖍𝖓𝖘𝖔𝖓'𝖘 𝕻𝕺𝖁
|| 𝐉𝐮𝐧𝐞 𝟐𝟔 @ 𝟖:𝟎𝟒𝐚𝐦 ||

***

With my brand new Chanel handbag in hand, I confidently strut towards the receptionist's desk, my car key jingling against my house key as I go.

Nora Williams, the new receptionist that was hired a couple weeks ago to take the pressure off my hands, greets me with a smile.

"Hey Pretty. Good morning," I replied warmly, returning her greeting.

I placed my handbag onto my desk and settled comfortably into my chair, crossing my legs with effortless grace.

"Yaa step hard ina Forbes place though like you anuh one hour late." She comments on my tardiness, and I comb through my well-defined lace wig before replying.

"Girl the wull weekend me wuk like me belong to John Armfield. Malachi alright than me. Him a work fi him money and me a work fi fimmie." I stated, and a small smile twitched on her lips as she kept her gaze on her desktop.

"Den hear you to. Which part a you did a work?" She ask, her gaze moving in between the keyboard and the desk top, "Cause me see you a live your maddest life pon insta enuh."

"Den nuh dat me a talk bout girl, " I informed her, "Me never mean chores or a job and dem ting deh. Me not even did see my yaad over the weekend."

It has been a hectic weekend to say the least.

I had texted my friends on Thursday afternoon, telling them to pack their bags and meet me at my place early Saturday morning for a trip to Negril, and that all expenses were on me.

And just like that, without any hesitation, they were on board with the plan.

Like a bagga frighten fridays.

As the sun rose on Saturday morning, we set off on our adventure to The Royalton, with excitement and anticipation in the air.

The vibe was immaculate, with laughter and good times aplenty.

Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
TINTWhere stories live. Discover now