My Husband, Whose Heart Belongs To Another.

1. I can blow a BUBBLEGUM.

Harieth

I stared at my reflection in the tall standing mirror. A little smile formed on my lips. I was definitely loving what I saw. My curves showed in the right places and my breast didn't look too big. My long, flawless, wavy blonde hair rested on my shoulder and down my back to bra-length.

"Wow Harieth! You've got to get this dress." Stacy stated and I could see her reflection from the mirror at the way she stared at me from behind. I noticed the tinge of enviousness in her eyes and so I raised my head slightly up a bit and chest out a little more. I needed to stand tall and proud. I wouldn't deny the fact that my body was the best. Anything I tried on fitted so perfectly. I had broad hips, well-shaped butt and firm breasts. In summary, I had every woman's dream body.

"Should I?" I asked pretending like I wasn't interested in this flawlessly designer's dress which costs a lot of money. Not that the price bothered me. Why should it? I had loads of money to spare.

"Uh duh! You definitely should or instead, I'll get it." Paris added as she stood up from her seat, placing a hand on her hip. My brows furrowed at the thought of her having this dress instead of me. I couldn't let that happen. I always got the best designers dresses, shoes, bags, sunglasses, lipstick and many more. I was never late in getting the latest editions. It has always been my thing and will forever remain so. I couldn't imagine living and dressed in last year's seasons. Why should I when I can afford the best?

I turned to Stacy, Paris and then the shop attendant who was there to help out at my beck and call. I barely put up a smile as I took one last look at the long, metallic, off-the-shoulder dress. They were right. It was too beautiful to let go of.

"Just wait till Shantel sees you in that dress tonight. You're definitely going to outshine her at her own party." Stacy added as her eyes shifted somewhere else, a devious smile curled up at the corner of her lips. I hate to admit it but Stacy was right. Shantel Benson has been my rival way back from high school and this school wasn't just any school. It was the best private school in the country. Only children of the rich and famous attended there. It was the sort of rivalry that was present but at the same time invisible to the naked eye. She was the only one that dared to compete with me with her shiny chocolate skin, slim long legs and body like that of a supermodel. God, I hate her! 

Shantel was celebrating her birthday tonight and invited nearly all the A-listers of the society. The high-class fashion personalities ranging from models, designers to actors. Even the press was invited. At least she admitted the fact that I couldn't be set out of that list. I hate her but I've got to be at that party.

The smile on my face broadened. I was definitely going to win this round.

"Fine. I'll take it!" I exclaimed excitedly as I raised both my hands up in the air.

"Great!" Stacy and Paris exclaimed equally excited with me as they drew closer and we engulfed in a light group hug.

"Are you getting anything else Miss Gryffin?" The shop attendant that waited on standby asked with a smile.

"Getting anything else? Do you even know who Harieth Gryffin is? Do you know who we are?" Stacy asked the attendant with one hand on her hip. I had to admit. Stacy was right. Does this lady even know who I am? I'm like a regular V.I.P shopper at this mall. How could she ask me that question?

"Oh let it be Stacy. I'm quite sure she's new here or I don't know why else she would ask such a question." Paris added as she walked up to the lady who still stared at us with confusion written across her face.

"Tsk. Tsk. I would fire you if you worked for me." I told her as I walked up to her and stood in front of her. She eventually managed to lower eyes as well as head.