Sonia Richardson is a 23 year old, who works at a elementary school as a teacher. Sonias parents tell her a jaw dropping deal they made many years ago with the Blossoms family. Sonia Richardson is bound to Marry Samuel Blossom to save both of the fa...
Since what had happened four weeks ago between me and Samuel, We've avoided each other since. I couldn't handle another word from him. He was being difficult. I've been setting up the nursery while he was away for work. I had already asked someone to paint it about two days ago. All I had to do now is buy cribs and other baby things I would need. I will admit, all this pressure is hard. I have been doing everything, I haven't ask Sam any help. Didn't want to be a distraction.
I had ordered a drawer from a store Sierra said they had great baby furniture, I was trying to see if it would look nice in the nursery, I need to put in all the diapers somewhere. I only ordered one to see if it matches with the colour of the room was painted white. So far its been a wreck, putting this together wasn't so much fun. Sam is way better at this then I am, but I wasn't gonna stand down and call him for help. I checked the manual one more time.
"Okay so...Wood B to Wood A... Which ones wood A!" I sigh, I wasn't this stressed during my university exams as I am with this stupid drawer. I rub my belly in distress.
"Let me help" I hear Sam's voice coming from the door, I look up to see him walking and then kneeling beside me.
"I'm fine, thank you," I say picking up the manual again.
"Doesn't look like it." He snatches the manual from my hands.
"You sure, I don't want to...distract you." I raise my brow.
"Sonia-" He huffs but hen I cut him off.
"Well since you're insisting go ahead, I'm going to grab something to eat. Want anything?"
"No." He continues to work on the drawer.
I walk out of the room and head downstairs. Sam had dismissed all the maids and workers. I felt bad for Miranda, this was her only job. At least she now can relax. Sam said it was because he needed privacy, in case anyone of them stumbles by any of the information he's collected so far on Frank. I don't know why Sam won't let me talk to Jack, maybe he could help. Sam being the uptight person he is won't listen.
I sighed and grabbed the leftover lasagna from the fridge I made last night for dinner and put it in the oven again to worm up, knowing Sam would be hungry after he's done.
My mother had taught me well in the cooking area. We weren't always In the Richardson Industry. Before all the fame and money, we were actually a normal family. My mother and father owned our own little restaurant on 6th Avenue Street. Growing up I'd spend most of my days there at the restaurant, watching my mother cook. those were the best times of my life, we were happy. My father worked really hard to get where he is now. I'm proud of him but sometimes, I think what if we still had our small restaurant, my lifestyle would be completely different.
The beeping of the oven brought me out of my thoughts. I walked over to it and took the warm lasagna out of the oven then set it on the table. Sam was taking too long, couldn't wait anymore so I ate a piece and left some for him to eat later. I was planning on spending the whole day shopping for the nursery.
After I finished eating and washing the dishes, I made my way upstairs to my room. I needed to change before going to the mall. I went into my walk-in closet and pick out my black tracksuit, underneath the black zip-up I wore a grey tank top. The tied my hair in a high ponytail. I didn't bother putting any makeup on. I then wore my runners and walked downstairs.
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