Chinenye woke up feeling a bit less angry than she did yesterday. Her body well rested from a good night's rest.
She stepped off from her queen sized bed that could contain a family of 8 if it were needed. This bed is too big, she thought to herself for the hundredth time in 4 years since she moved into this house. She could never deny that the bed made her seem alone, not that she wasn't. She just didn't want to feel so alone at night.
She heard the buzzing of her phone as she tried to stretch her muscles.
It was her publicist. Since when? She thought to herself as she tried to remember if she might have set a meeting with her early in the morning.
"Chinenye", the voice called from the other side of the phone. "Morning Vivian, is everything alright?", She asked a bit concerned. "A
