Amari
Nathan is in the study taking care of something he won’t tell me what, and I am searching all over the four-storey mansion for Mrs Gail. I finally give up and ask one of the maids, who points me to the direction of the swimming pool.
“Mrs Gail!” I am so shocked. I rub my eyes to be sure that I am seeing correctly.
“Oh, Hi, Dear,” she greets and sips a very colorful drink as if none of this is weird.
“What are you wearing?” I ask, still shocked.
“Oh, this?” she asks and completely goes on a tangent. “Do you know that you can order any clothing and it comes within minutes? Nathan said I can order anything. These people don’t disappoint. Everything is on point,” she says and continues to sip on her drink. “I can’t believe that God has blessed me with a wealthy bestie at my old a
