Sapphire, while going through her very last moments as a senior at Dragmire Academy, crosses path once more with the school's most popular and talented male, Teylor King James. Their journey evolves the rekindling of once bright and innocent childhood friendship, to the present where they develop their relationship to heights never imagined. They soon start seeing each other in different lights and embark on an adventure through each stage and hurdle life has for them to overcome. 


N.B. The essence of the book is the writing of diary entries as seen through the perspective of Sapphire and others in some aspects.

S. L. Diaries

 It was a minute to eleven the next day and I was all dressed because Mr. Teylor here had made us go to a new five star restaurant to eat breakfast. Honey, I'm all for it however we could have easily made breakfast at his. I don't like eating out more than three times against my health plan. My trainer will not be pleased. Anywho, I got the healthiest meal on the menu. 


 We were just chilling by the falls behind his house when Teylor exclaimed, "Sapph we're going to Paris, it's a pool party." He didn't even ask but I was down. I haven't been home fully since friday. So, I had to call my stylist from Paris to get me a pool party outfit and as soon as I get to the hotel we're staying at to leave it there. 


 Meanwhile, he's on the phone with his private jet pilot, My PR and stylists are on alert in Paris getting this ish slayed. I had already got my hair redone and treated for school at my appointment at six this morning. So you know who didn't sleep much. The ends of my hair were golden blonde highlights in which I've never done so idk. 


 By two-thirty we were ready to go and Teylor was dressed to the tens in a tropical white Versace shirt and lavender casual Ralph Lauren short jeans and R.L. low ride dress shoes and he is well iced out. Well he has always dressed so nicely but never for any party. Which causes me to be more curious as to who's pool party we were going to. 


 Anyways the jet as I said lifted at two-thirty and it was a two to three hour flight for us. 


 As we touched down on the hanger of Notre dame's airport, I put on my shades because the flashes were a bit much. I hadn't much time to linger so I hopped into the limo and went to get myself prepped. While Teylor followed behind in his limo. I had call my chaffeaur because I didn't feel like driving with Teylor not because he wanted me to come with him at last minute but you know for a girl of my calibre, I needed to show up and show out. I hated looking bad on my baddest days. 


 I went straight to the HQ of Fenty to get my makeup beat and and then my hair stylist came right after. An hour after, I was carried back to the hotel's penthouse where Teylor and I would be staying. As soon as I got up to my floor from the garage with my PR team, I changed into a black silk robe and was given champagne to pregame. Only one glass tho. 


Entry 14 (Filler)