Chapter 3

So, there I was, feeling the weight of the lecturer's gaze burning into me like a spotlight. But instead of just brushing off our little whispering session, she had to go and make it a whole thing.

"Kenzy," she said, her voice cutting through the silence of the classroom like a knife, "have you even attended my class this semester?"

Well, there it was – the question I had been dreading. I could feel all eyes on me, waiting for my response. And honestly, I wasn't prepared for this. But when in doubt, you gotta think on your feet, right?

I cleared my throat, trying to sound as convincing as possible. "Um, no, I haven't. You see, my grandmother passed away recently, and I've been dealing with a lot of family stuff."

And just when I thought things couldn't get any worse, someone from the crowd decided to chime in with their own two cents. "Does an illegitimate child even have a grandmother?" they muttered loud enough for everyone to hear.

Now, let me tell you, I've never been one to back down from a fight, especially when someone's trying to throw shade at my family. So, without missing a beat, I shot back with the fiercest curse words I could muster, shutting them up real quick.

But the lecturer wasn't about to let me off the hook that easily. She continued with her interrogation, firing off question after question like she was trying to crack some kind of case.

But you know what? I wasn't about to let her get

With a sense of relief flooding over me, I finally escaped the suffocating atmosphere of the classroom. Stepping into the corridor, I took a deep breath, feeling the tension drain from my body like water down a drain.

Beside me, Jessica offered a supportive smile, her eyes filled with understanding. "That was intense," she remarked, her voice filled with sympathy.

"Yeah, tell me about it," I replied, my voice still tinged with frustration. "I swear, that lecturer has it out for me."

Jessica nodded in agreement, her expression mirroring my own exasperation. "Well, at least it's over now. Let's just focus on getting through the rest of the day."

And with that, we made our way to our next class, determined to put the morning's drama behind us. As the day wore on, I found myself slipping into a state of quiet reflection, the events of the morning replaying in my mind like a broken record.

But amidst the chaos and uncertainty, there was a glimmer of hope – a sense of resilience that refused to be extinguished. Because no matter what obstacles life threw my way, I knew I had the strength and determination to overcome them.

And as I walked through the corridors of the school, surrounded by the hustle and bustle of my fellow students, I couldn't help but feel a sense of pride. Because despite the challenges and setbacks, I was still standing tall, ready to face whatever came my way with courage and conviction.

So bring it on, world. I'm ready for whatever you've got in store for me.

Alright, so imagine we're at our favorite spot "The Velvet Lounge," because let's be real, it's all plush sofas, dim lighting, and a vibe that just screams luxury.

I'm sitting there with Cherry, Kristen, and Jessica, surrounded by the glitz and glamour of the place, feeling like we own the damn place. And let me tell you, we look like a million bucks – designer dresses, killer heels, and enough bling to make even the Kardashians jealous.

Kristen's the first to break the silence, her usually confident demeanor faltering just a bit as she fiddles with her cocktail. "Guys, I need your help," she says, her voice tinged with uncertainty.

Cherry raises an eyebrow, her perfectly manicured nails tapping against her glass. "What's up, girl? Spill the tea."

Kristen takes a deep breath, her eyes flickering with nervous energy. "So, Benjamin wants me to meet his family," she admits, her voice barely above a whisper. "And I have no idea what to wear."

Jessica lets out a low whistle, her lips curling into a smirk. "Well, lucky for you, you've got us," she says, her confidence oozing from every pore. "We'll have you looking like a queen in no time."

And just like that, the mood shifts from uncertainty to excitement as we dive headfirst into planning the ultimate shopping spree. We hit up all the hottest boutiques, turning heads wherever we go with our killer style and take-no-prisoners attitude.

By the end of the day, Kristen is practically glowing with confidence, her arms laden with bags filled with the spoils of our shopping conquests.