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How did I ever find her loud voice attractive? She’s calling me for the fourth time when I finally go back to the sitting room. The stylist is standing off to the side with her bag packed. “Thank you Miss. Jane for your services” I say to her, shaking her outstretched hand. A smile curls on her face “It’s my pleasure Jakey”. I almost grimace at her nickname for me “When will I expect the clothes?” “It won’t be ready for another two weeks” She answers. Time to put on my charm.

/Say you're sorry, that face of an angel Comes out just when you need it to As I placed back and forth all this time 'Cause I honestly believed in you Holdin' on, the days drag on Stupid girl, I should've known, I should've known/ /That I'm not a princess, this ain't a fairy tale I am not the one you'll sweep off her feet Lead her up the stairwell This ain't Hollywood, this is a small town I was a dreamer before you went and let me down Now it's too late for you and your white horse To come around/ No. It's not too late yet, Cali. It is not too late yet. You just think it's too late but it's not yet.

How come you praise that bastard Edmund? 'Cause girl, I love them heels, and yeah, I love that dress (aye, girl) I want to take you home, and show you I'm the best (aye) She say she love my lolly She love my lollipop (aye, girl) She say she love my lolly She say she love my Throwing up a G now (G now) Like I'm at a casino (casino) I'm all fancy, yeah, I'm popping Pellegrino

The upward inflection of the ending note carried that unique Sicilian pity— “See? That’s the poor thing who was mistakenly declared dead in the gang war and crawled back out of the gutter.” In this circle, Elena was the rose consecrated with holy water; I was the dried-up desert thorn. My existence was merely a family concession to the outside world: “Look, we didn’t neglect our own flesh and blood.” How utterly ironic. The departure day finally arrived. I booked a red-eye flight, taking off at 01:15 AM. I told no one.

~TYLA~ I stared at my reflection, looking at a totally different person right in front of me. Vivian stepped back. Her face glowed with pride as she gently adjusted the shoulder of my dress. "See? I told you," Vivian squealed, clasping her hands together. “You look so stunning, Tyla. You finally look like your old self again, but even more beautiful.” I touched my neck slightly. The dress was an armless and sleeveless midnight-blue silk gown that draped flawlessly down to my feet.

I could not tell what was on everyone's minds, but I knew that no one dared to make such remarks or even glance at me in a less-than-cordial manner. On the eve of our wedding celebration, Quinton came looking for me in a drunken state. The man who once put on air around me had become scruffier than ever. His eyes were red and swollen, while his beard was unkempt. "I admit it! I regret everything! I was stupid! I thought I liked Lynn. The truth was, I had already fallen in love with you. When you left, it took me only half a year of being with Lynn to regret my decision. Zachary and I tried to look for you. Can you please come home with us?"

I went to the wardrobe and found a piece of clothing covered in dust. I shook the dust off and put it on without hesitation. Before long, I felt an itch on my back, near the wound. Perhaps it was infected. When I went out to buy clothes, Mark returned again. Why did he come back? To make fun of me? He thew some new clothes to me and told me to put them on. I refused; after all, he had a girlfriend. It wouldn't be right to buy clothes for another woman, right?

“That’s ‘Fashion Forward,’ this Thursday at eight. Tune in, and stay stylish, America!” The screen turned black and the closing jungle chimed. I smiled, but then, I heard a voice whisper behind me. “He was never yours. He’s a Black, and you’re nothing but a White pawn.”

This is our fate I'm yours But don't you want to come on and scooch on over closer, dear And I will nibble your ear I've been spending way too long checking my tongue in the mirror And bending over backwards just to try to see it clearer But my breath fogged up the glass And so I drew a new face and I laughed I guess what I'll be saying is there ain't no better reason To rid yourself of vanities and just go with the seasons It's what we aim to do Our name is our virtue But I won't hesitate No more, no more It cannot wait I'm yours He approached me and he offered his hand. I stood up and accepted that. I heard people’s scream. Well, open up your mind and see like me Open up your plans and dam