MISS CLASSIC

♨️ HOME SWEET HOME

" It has been finalized, the new CEO of BRUVZE fashion empire will report to the office first thing tomorrow morning and I hope all of you will be there to welcome her. She might be young but she's very intelligent, so I would love it, if you all can let her lead the way then you follow. Remember she's the daughter of Lorenzo after all " the aged voice of a woman seated at the head of the conference table boomed with pride as she signed on some document and the rest of the officials seated chorus 'of course' with fake smiles on their lips.

Seated at the left side of the old lady known as Mrs BRONTË was the former CEO of BRUVZE fashion empire 'Bruce hudge' he had a deep frown clouded his face.

He doesn't know why that little witch has to come back this early, he thought he would have sold this dead place before she came but all his plans have gone down the drain.

He scoffed under his breath before standing up on his feet and bursting out of the conference room in anger.

" For f**k sake, why didn't that b***h die with her parents that damn day " he scoffed under his breath again brushing his fingers through his hair in frustration.

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" Mrs BRONTË, Miss dîrä has just arrived at the airport but she went to the cemetery. Her assistant has just called and filled in on where they have been " Avary, Mrs BRONTË personal assistant told her as she walked out of the conference room with her head held high and her chin straight with pride.

" Alright, let's get back home. I want to welcome my little angel myself " she Muttered as she started walking towards the exit of the huge building of BRUVZE fashion empire.

Avary trail behind her as they walked into the elevator and went into the underground parking lot.

Arriving at the underground parking lot, they walked towards a black shining jeep, got in then drove speedily out of the gigantic building of the BRUVZE fashion empire.

The building is one of the biggest buildings in the whole of America.

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The gigantic gates of the BRONTË magnificent building were flung open and five flashing cars drove wildly into the compound.

A Porsch at the middle of four red jeeps as they moved in a decent and commanding way.

The five cars parked at the glorious pouch of the magnificent building, the doors of the red jeeps were pushed open and hefty bodyguards poured out and jogged towards the Porsch.

Before the guards could open the door of the Porsch , its door was pushed open and a feminine figure jumped from the car and bounced into the main building.

as she made her way towards the entrance of the building.

The pleasant aroma of home made French cookies filled the whole building making her heart flutter in delight.

" Grandma... " She roared as she made her way towards the kitchen of the mansion, nothing much has changed since she left.

Everything is just the same way she left them, her eyes walled up when she spotted her grandma close to the oven.

They usually made video calls over the years but finally seeing her grandma in person, was everything she needed.

" Miya " her grandma whispered with her eyes glassed with tears, as she pulled her hands wide open and ãdîrä wasted no time in rushing into her arms evoking her in a tight hug.

With her hands still clutch tightly onto her grandma, " I knew you would be making my cookies, f*ck I miss my cookies " she whispered as she slowly disengaged the hug.

Her grandma didn't want to leave her, her grandma gently placed a kiss on her forehead then on her both cheeks and her both knuckles, with her cheeks already stained with tears.

" Grandma, I miss you so much " ãdîrä Muttered as she blessed the back of her grandma's Palms with kisses after wiping the tears on her cheeks.

" I miss you too, moi amor " her grandma replied as she gently removed the cookie from the oven and placed it on the table at the kitchen.

She picked up a piece and brought it closer to ãdîrä's lips, which was already drooling just by mere sight of the cookies.

Ãdîrä slowly bit from the cookie and moaned,

gawd it has been ages, since she last had home made cookies, specially made by her grandma or her mom.....

She is actually a model and eating cookies is out of her dictionary but when it comes to her grandma's Cookies, Nobody alive can reject her grandma's Cookies.

And that includes her.

" How was your flight ?? " grandma asked as they made their way into the widely opened sitting room.

" It was smooth as always, I was actually rushing home just for these cookies " she chuckled as they took their seat facing each other.

Her grandma crossed her legs elegantly and smirked at what she had just said.

" Com'on sweetheart, you know Grandma has eyes all around new York City and nothing passes her eyes "

" Grandma, would you ever stop spying on me " she groaned with a pout on her lips.

I visited them today, today actually Marked thirteen years they have been gone " she Muttered with her eyes gazing at the cookies on her thighs. " I miss them so much " she added as a tear dropped from her eyes down to the tray of cookies on her thighs.

Her grandma quickly stood up from where she was seated and pulled ãdîrä up on her feet, after placing the cookies on a side table close by.

She placed a long and lasting kiss on her forehead after wiping away her tears.

" If tears could bring them back, trust me angel. We could have raised the whole dead Americans " her grandma muttered and she laughed dryly.

" Please cheer up now, dîrä. Cassandra won't be happy to see her daughter in tears after returning to her hometown " her grandma continued consoling her.

Ãdîrä slowly wiped away her tears, and sighed softly.

Even by just thinking about them, she could feel their presence.

Fuck !!!!

WHY is it so hard to live without any of your parents, you could imagine the amazing thing they could have done if they were here with her.

She sniffed softly then smiled as she nodded towards the staircase.

" I will be up stairs, grandma. I need to freshen up and get some rest, I will be down for dinner " she Muttered as she took the stairs rushing towards her room.

" dîrä...... " Her grandma called but she had already disappeared into the staircase.

Her grandma sighed before sitting back on the couch with her eyes tightly shut as hot tears rolled down her eyes.

She didn't even want to think about it, it has been thirteen solid years that she hasn't spoken or set eyes on her only son.

She misses him day and night, she longs to have her daughter-in-law in the kitchen with her again.

Crazy things they do whenever she comes visiting.

" Oh, dear God. Give me the strength to console my granddaughter even if it's just little, she's hurt every single day " she whispered under her breath with her eyes still tightly shut.