Ciara
After my call with Jonathan, I was about to step out of the house when one of the helps called me. "Ma'am, you haven't had breakfast yet"
"It's okay, I'm not hungry"
"But--"
"I'm almost late for work. Later, Diane
Seeing that I was steadfast and not relenting, she gave up her attempt. "Yes, Ma'am"
"Good work, Diane" With that said, I was out the main door, climbed into my car and drove off to work.
While driving, I suddenly felt nauseous so I'd pulled my car over to the other side of the road, climbed down from my car to puke.
"What's wrong with me?" I groaned. "Am I falling ill again? I really hope not. The fashion show is in three days"
Climbing back into my car, I stopped at a pharmacy store, took the medicine they prescribed to me and was suddenly feeling a whole lot b
