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He mumbled to himself, not saying anything more as I discreetly pulled my phone out, going to search up that very same woman on the internet. Ines Silvia Agua. She's a singer and songwriter under Kingston Entertainment, having rose to fame just over a year ago with her debut album, Bittersweet, which quickly became a top selling album. Her second album, Fragile, followed not long after the release of the first one, topping the sales by double the amount, and she quickly won a number of different awards from them, that included the Best R&B Album, Best New Artist, and Best Cinematography award.

"Am I not frustrated? What great crime have I committed that warrants being punished time and again? My rights in the harem are gone, and I'm not allowed to care for Connor. And now, I have to endure the anger of a woman like her. What's the point of holding this position if I am to be so humiliated?" Lydia sighed deeply, her tone urgent as she added, "Your Majesty, you must not act on impulse. If you don't clear the air with Lady Carissa, Lady Grace will take this opportunity to sway her to her side. You don't know what happened earlier. While we were coming here, Prince Caden stopped her, gave her a sugar figurine, and called her a great hero. Lady Carissa was overjoyed." "Grace?" Kylie sc

I looked to see Megan, she looked like this hot new chick, only with a sexy British accent…I watched as she moved her hips like mean girls usually do. “wow…she’s so” Nat started, “hot? Sexy? A queen bee?” Anna said, they were both still scanning her, I rolled my eyes, “you guys?” I said annoyingly, “we’re sorry girl…” Anna said, a sad smile on her face. “yeah, we’re so sorry…you still got Lucas, he’s an amazing person who always cherishes you” Nat added, but I shook my head, feeling a pain growing inside my stomach.

She challenged me. “Sure.” I smiled giving her hand and she held my hand shaking it. “Deal.” She returned the smile. “Get ready to quit your business.” I held her hand tightly squeezing it. Her small and soft hands under my rock-hard like big hands. Cute though. “Now let me see my sister.” She requested me. “Wait, what’s the rush? Her name is Evelyn Garcia, right?” I inquired. “What? What do you mean?” “Her name is Evelyn Garcia right?”

It was calm and peaceful but almost like a whisper like there was something stuck in the speaker's throat making their voice come out as if, along with white noise. The both of them turned around to the speaker, it was none other than Jelena Savage herself! The Coalition Chieftess of the Als race!

It would keep her busy for a while. The first meeting was short and went well. The client was already on board and was simply looking for reassurance. He shook his head when I explained about Graham and smiled at Gracie sitting in the corner, busy with her crayons. The next meeting was a new client. Michelle Finlay was exactly the sort of woman I would have dated before I fell for Katy. Dressed to impress, every strand of hair in place, her makeup flawless, she was the epitome of an ice princess. She looked askance at Gracie, then turned her back, not even

I finally said that I would and now we were on our way to Paris, to meet up with her at her condo. She was my grandfather's sister, Eliza Brinx, she was a fashion icon and the most adnired family member in the Brinx line of work, she was the prettiest woman I've ever seen in all my life, even at the age of fifty, Eliza was a remarkable being, she was a model and also an entrepreneur. She was my favorite person in the entire world. "Why do I allow you to take me out of the US?" Elijah asks, scanning the busy streets once we got out of the car, outside of Eliza's condo building.

I felt helpless. "It's nice to finally formally meet you Channing. Tate's told me all about you," she greeted with a smile. The crows feet under her eyes picked up with her grin and her olive skin creased in the corners of her mouth. Her short brown hair was styled in a pixie cut along with a pair of chic eyeglasses. I can't believe she's able to beat Tate and Cristian around like they say she can! "I-it's nice to meet y-you t-to-too Luna F-Frances," I sputtered. Her smile faltered a bit. "Hon it's just Frances. You're the Luna now. How are you feeling? Are you in pain. I can get Dr. Geeson in here," Frances said quickly.

I switched on the television and started enjoying my favorite soap opera. *****ASHER'S POV***** I drove into the packing lot, got down from my car and headed into the house. On opening the door, there she sat on the couch eating popcorn and watching movie. She had improved tremendously this past weeks of my absence, it greatly impressed me. Her skin was more polished and her hair, the wonderful ocean-blue hair that kept me wondering if she dyed it to suit her captivating ocean-blue eye .She appeared to be glowing and more beautiful. "Good evening Asher" she greeted smiling showing me her deep sided dimples which always blew my mind away.

Having the last class for the day as dance, Cassandra and Ravine were dropped back home together as Cassandra wanted to hang out with her new friend. Ms. Grace packs her bags as well, her small pink colored duffel bag fitting her clothes. As she walks outside, a senior grade student blocks her way. "Hey, Kris! What's up?" "You know what's up, Ms. Grace. I'll pick you up at 7pm." Saying, the young male leaves the campus, leaving behind a stressed 32 year old Grace. Grace Reynolds was once a nymphomaniac taking art therapy, in her early twenties. She's been having many affairs after her marriage as well, hence the divorce after her husband found out about her illness.