Jasmine's POV
It was a hot day in Brooklyn. I woke up to sweat running from my forehead to my chest and between my breasts. I pulled the covers off me and went to the washroom and did my morning business.
I stepped into the shower next, brushing my teeth, washing my hair and taking a long bath. I had been working myself up and breaking down again after seeing Evan and Aria Goode together at the restaurant.
Aria?freaking?Goode.
A country singer. Beautiful in the face, long brown flowing hair, beautiful eyes, pretty lips and an awesome personality. Everyone liked her and would become a?die hard?fan the moment they heard her music. She was a goddess with a guitar and a songbird on the microphone.?
She was everything.
Despite the heat raging outside, I had to get to work. Today was payday and I needed my money badly.
I got dressed and went towards the kitchen.