" You have got to be kidding me." Harper's bitter voice brought me back to reality and I curiously looked at her, eager to know what was happening, although deep down, I knew it wasn't something good, or someone I would love to see, for that matter. And I wish I hadn't followed her gaze because w
I could understand their emotions, honestly. Who would have linked the new sensation in the fashion industry to the famous Tates? Much less, to be Jasmine's daughter? If I were in their position, I would have reacted the same. And as I neared the stage, the camera clicks became louder, and hea
Yara. " What the f*ck?" Next to me, Harper cursed under her breath, anger blazing in the surface of her eyes as she turned to look at me and I immediately understood why when I trailed my eyes to where her gaze had been moments ago. She was smiling at us, at me, gently, warmly, like it was the
Yara. " I want to get out of here, Harper..This pressure? The overwhelming urge to fit in? To please my family? Not to disappoint my father? Mom?" " It's just too much. I ..I can't take it. I feel trapped. I am afraid of embarrassing myself, them, you! Hell, I am not as strong as I look, okay?
Yara "You look beautiful, Yara." Harper's emotional voice broke my train of thought and slowly, our gazes met through the huge vanity mirror. For a good minute, silence hovered heavily around us. No one said anything. There wasn't much to say, anyway. It almost felt like a dream, you know? I
Yara He had carried me all the way from the hotel corridors to the gates, and no matter how much I was enjoying the rare moment, no matter how tempting it was for me to snuggle deeply into his arms, to inhale his familiarly addictive scent, I knew when to stop. The show was over, after all, and it