Kenya is on top of the world as one of the world's most successful rising businesswomen. But she quickly learns she can't have it all. Something must give and she has to make a choice between her dreams or the love of her life.
"Omg, omg, omg, omg." Deanna ran into Olivia's nursery where I had just finished changing her diaper.
"What happened?" I said concerned and sat in the rocking chair.
"Look." She handed me her phone.
It said that Shep was following her Instagram.
I stale faced her. "Really? I thought it was something wrong."
"No, nothings wrong. Everything is just perfect." She smiled super hard.
"Look." She let out a girlish giggle and showed me a pic of hers, Shep liked.
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If you could see my face. 😒😒😒😒😒. I had to remind myself she was only 18 as well.
"I bet this just makes your day?" I said sarcastic.
"No my life K." She laid back on the fluffy carpet like it was a cloud.
"I followed him and he immediately followed me back Kenya. Immediately. He only follows 300 people and I'm one. And those other people are like famous. And I'm like a regular girl from Baton Rouge and my Clay Bear saw my value enough to follow me. I love being me." She said in a dreamy voice.
I busted out laughing, which made Livy laugh and start to clapping.
"Yes Stink, laugh at your crazy Auntie." I said.
"You're supposed to be happy for me K." Deanna rolled her eyes.
"About what?"
"My Clay-Bear noticing me. He took time out of his no doubt, arduous football schedule, to physically like my pic."
"Arduous?" I laughed.
"It means difficult." She informed me.
"Deanna, I know what arduous mean. I'm laughing because you using that word."
"Why? His schedule is arduous. Its hard being a football player. The workouts to keep your body in tip-top shape. Practices. Always on the road. Magazine interviews. Photoshoots. Everybody wanting your autograph. And we can't forget the physical toll it must take. I can just imagine my Clay Bear needing a nice, long, massage after a hard day's work. And honey, I want to give it to him." She said dreamy, with a big sigh.
"Deanna, please chill." I shook my head and rolled my eyes.
"Kenya, I wanna talk to Shep so bad. Just talk. Please throw me the lob?" She folded her hands in a pleading motion and poked her lip. I guess that was a family trait. 😑
