HARLEM
After about an hour of speaking to all my mother's siblings and step siblings, I finally get the go to from Violet to go change for dinner. So, I head upstairs with Ezra on my tail into my dressing room. Thank God, because I doubt I would want to head all the way back to the hotel to get clothes.
And I absolutely love this dress and all but trousers and I made a blood pact a long time ago. I change into a one shoulder black long sleeve, showing off my tattoo sleeve, a fitted shirt and faded blue denim jeans. I sighed as I put on the sneakers; those heels almost took my life. Beauty is definitely pain.
I walk out and see Ezra seated patiently chewing on some gum. He doesn't need to change because his clothes are versatile, compared to mine.
