. . ❛ hidden hills starter.

❝ yes, i love to feed people. but the little one demands i eat all the curly fries. i can’t be blamed for his bleeding hand, ❞ sunni said around a mouthful of food.  ❝ curly fries are cheap. i don’t know why he didn’t go get his own. why does anyone think that it’d be smart to try and take a pregnant woman’s food? ❞

It been had a relatively easy and good couple of past few days for the newlyweds to have moved into the small private quaint city in Los Angeles, United States of America called Hidden Hills. The young couple had decided that its a good place to settle down and establish good deep roots to live and reside there. Of course, in the midst and with the consideration of their busy famous careers as celebrities which often required them having to have travelled to the 50 states of America frequently, mostly commuting in between New York and Los Angeles as well as the countries in Europe for job commitments, they were determined on residing and staying in their first house in Hidden Hills as much as possible, with the demands that came with their hectic careers. With the strong and determined intent of the newlyweds young couple to settle down roots here, it has become a mission to the both of them to acclimate and adapt their bodies to the year round hot weather and heat that they were not accustomed to living regularly and permanently in just yet, especially Alexandrea was feeling the struggle of surviving the brunt of it.

The hot weather in Hidden Hills, Hollywood, Los Angeles, United States of America was starting to kill Alexandrea and disrupt her unflinching will acclimation to the weather that she had chosen to settle down in. For once, Andrea’s resilience and determination throughout this whole weather acclimation trial had started to wean. Fortunately, she had the opportunity for a temporarily reprieve and go to house decorations essential shopping and grocery shopping for the week at the very private Hidden Hills Target. She was dressed in a simple white shirt romper with her usual ankle high black leather combat boots with her hair let down.

Alexandrea strolled along one of the many isles of the department, Target, searching for something specific in mind for their weekly stock of foods to consume with her hand on the ice cold metal of the half full shopping cart and her boots brushing against the department store floor gently, while walking confidently. When she came across one other blonde haired patron with plump lips shopping in the same respective isle, which was rare when the store was decently empty on the fine morning. Andrea gave the other respective woman a soft genuine kind and warm smile and a confident greeting of “good morning.”, not really expecting an interaction, much more, a budding friendship with the acquaintance. In fact, she really believed that the brief interaction and encounter would end when one of them found what they were looking for on the department store isle shelf and expected them to part ways, no more than mere strangers, at best acquaintances.

❝ it’s all fun and games raising a miniature version of me until she thinks she’s really out-sassed me this time. then it’s an exhausting reminder that sass can never sleep and neither should i. ❞ 

maybe it’s just because i didn’t go for the first time in like five years, mostly because it was the day before my birthday, but i’m still over here screaming about how everyone looked so amazing at the met gala this year? like i’m never not amazed by how gorgeous everyone ends up looking - even if this year i sat and watched everyone from the couch in my robe with a bowl of ravioli.

after everything that had happened over the last week, the girl just needed to let go. needed to forget everything that had happened. forget gunner showing up, forget damon. at this point ivy had lost all faith in love. there was no point when all she managed to do is get hurt. after finding out that damon and cheryl got married the girl was distraught. she dropped anastasia off with her parents and she just needed to get away. she booked herself a hotel room so she didn’t have to see gunner next door. since he was now her neighbour. the girl didn’t really want to see anyone, she just wanted to forget everything. ivy was going to let go, she got herself dressed into one of her favourite dresses before heading out to the club. she texted her sister letting her know that she was okay before turning her phone on do not disturb.  she was now several drinks in and her favourite song started to play. ivy moved through the crowd onto the dance floor before swaying her hips and the music taking control. 



the fed ex guy without a doubt hates me now. it might’ve been the ten boxes from fashion nova i got today… your girl’s gotta problem, i’ll admit it… this is what happens when you take the girl outta new york.