Karma Brism. 19 years old. 5 foot 7 brick house for damn sure. Ass to tittie ratio on point. A face so beautiful you could say it was carved from the hands of Michael Angelo himself, actually  she was once told. Bred from a white heroin addicted mother and fifty year old Haitian pimp. Attracting older men definitely ran in her blood. 
Archibald Jackson. 57 year old. 6 foot 5 Caucasion male. Millionaire ceo. He's watched his granddaughter (Laura) and Karma play and grow up together for years and he can't help the rush of emotions he feels at the sight of a now fully adulted Karma.
Literally a story about a teenage girl going from rags to riches. From the hood to the suburbs.

My Bestfriends Grandfather

My dress was black, long-sleeved, and knee length. I'd secured a big, black beach hat onto my head and slipped on a pair of the blackest shades I owned. My heels were simple black stilettos.


"I know this came as shock to most of everyone here. My father was a very, well-known, and love-able man to everyone he came across." Heather spoke at the podium. "A little cocky! But still, very, very loving." Heather joked, light. Everyone in the church laughed.


"His heart was just so so big and it's sad to say, it really got the best of him." Heather began tearing up, causing a rush of emotions within myself as well. "Before I get all worked up again, I have another woman who knew my father well more than I ever could."


A few moments later, Marianne's dramatic was up at the podium, shooing Heather away.


Chapter 30