After spending years in an abusive and draining relationship, Brittany decides to dedicate all of her time attending to herself and her daughter but what she didn't expect was to meet Jazmine Johnson. 

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"It's you" She announced softly

"So I did do something?" I asked thinking back, trying to figure out what exactly.

"You're doing everything right" She confessed leaving realization to stand in my mind.

"And that scares you?" I asked but it sounded more like a statement, nonetheless, she still gave me a small nod to confirm my words.

"What's your fear when it comes to us?" I asked softly.

"That you'll hurt me, lie, cheat, change" She replied her voice small and I could tell each word she said held a memory.

"I won't, and I know that's hard for you to believe because of past experiences but I'll prove it, we can move at whatever pace you want to,"

Riptide

I scanned the crowded area, watching as they gazed at the different art pieces displayed on the walls, a level of anxiety mixing with the joy I felt. Even though it wasn't my first gallery showing I was still on edge, maybe it was because for the first time in a long time my own work would be on display. 


I looked down at my watch checking the time knowing my invited guests would be here soon, my eyes moved to the two paintings that I had paid Nia to do for the showing, both of them seemingly completing the room. 


I had spent the first thirty minutes greetings guests, accepting compliments and making business connections between my artists and investors. 


"Ms Johnson," A voice called out and I turned around to see a lady who looked to be in her forties and I quickly shook her hand. 


"Ms Freda, we spoke on the phone about a purchase," she reminded and I smiled as I released her hand looking over to the female beside her who I assumed was her granddaughter. 


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