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"We have to teach our girls that they can reach as high as humanly possible."
Beyonce
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Margot

There's just this sense of calmness and serenity that washes over me whenever I sit down and just observe nature.

Anytime Mom got angry and reprimanded me for smearing my clothes with chocolates, those times when dad used to rush mom to the hospital, leaving me and Kevin, my elder brother at home.

Then when mom died, I would always come out and either cry my eyes out or reminisce all those times we had spent together when she was alive.

As I sit on the swing in my veranda, I remember the words Mother said to me the night I had wept the most in my entire life. I was sixteen then and had just found out that my boyfriend, the first one I ever had, Jake, had been cheating on me with my best friend, Suzan.

That was when I suffered my first heartbreak.

That day, I had gotten home, locked the door to my room and wept like crazy. Mom came to my door and knocked but received no response apart from my wailing. It was not until she had threatening to call my dad that I decided to open the door. Calling my dad would have meant him threatening to break down my door and actually following through.

Then, sitting on the edge of my bed, I told my mum what had happened. Drawing me into her arms, she only said a single statement: 'Anybody can betray.'

Those weren't the words I wanted to hear. I had been expecting her to say things like 'He's not worth it.' or 'You will find someone better.' At the time, I even wondered if she had understood me at all. What I didn't allow myself to think about was maybe she had been trying to prepare me for things like this.

If I had kept her words in mind, then I probably wouldn't be feeling like this; like as if my sun had just gone down, never to appear again. Maybe the reason I hurt this much is because I had been with Maria for a long period and now see her as family.

I find myself smiling as familiar voices coming from inside the house make their way to my ears.

They are here.

I stand up just as the glass door that leads to the veranda opens and the two gorgeous beauties I've known forever walk towards me.

Jules is carrying two hand bags, on her left arm is Hermes Chaine'd Ancre bag while on the right, a Chanel "Diamond Forever" handbag. I snicker, automatically knowing that this is Metisha's doing.

She sees me snickering and points an accusing finger at Metisha. "She said no cake for me unless I help her with her bag."

"I told you the cake was heavy," Metisha says in defense.

I laugh at the way Metisha is carrying the box containing the cake. One would have thought it was the heaviest thing in the world.

"OMG! It's a red velvet cake!" I scream upon opening the box.

My love for this cake is simply out of the world.

"See, I told you it's her favourite," Metisha says and I could see that Jules had tried to discourage her from buying this particular one.

"Of course, it is." I smile as I take it from her. Come to think of it, the box isn't heavy, at all. "If I can't find a man to marry me once I'm forty, it's you I'm going to marry," I say happily, my sour mood gone.

"Will remind you of that promise when you are forty," Metisha jokes and we all burst into fits of laughter.

As we head back inside, Jules nudges me on the shoulder, I turn to look at her and something in her expression tells me I won't like what she was about to say. "What happened between you and Maria?"

I said it!

"That's true, what happened?" Metisha also asks as she opens the door that leads to inside my house. "Cause she didn't look happy at all when we met her in the sitting room and when we asked her what the matter was, she only told us she was going out and that we should tell you she's deeply sorry."

I consider lying to them but then decide against it. These girls have been with me through thick and thin. We never hide anything from one another so why hide this. We settle down in the kitchen with Jules sitting on the island while Margot and I each sit on the two kitchen chairs. Then I explain what happened to them.

"I am not trying to support her or anything but don't you think you were a little bit harsh?" Jules asks softly.

However, this causes Metisha to flare up, "Harsh? Someone who's supposed to understand you, support you and be a person you can lean on calls you a whore and stylishly tells you you are going to end up alone and you give her the response she deserves and you actually call that harsh?" Jules says nothing as Metisha continues, "You know what, Jules? You are way too soft. No wonder your relationship with Diego ended up not working out."

It's my turn to flare up. "Metisha!" I exclaim. "That was way too much and you know it. And how did you even know about the breakup?"

"I told her on our way here," Jules answers, eyes brimming with tears, "And I am sorry if what I said is wrong but Tisha," Jules says, with a faint smile, "you know you are as fucked up as I am, so don't play Miss 'All Things Are Working For My Good' here." Jules says, putting a piece of cake into her mouth.

Metisha stares at Jules, Jules stares at me and then all at once, we burst out laughing.

Shocked?

Yeah, we are crazy like that.

As soon as the laughter dies down, Metisha turns towards Jules. "I am sorry, I shouldn't have said that."

Jules shakes her head. "I swear only Margie and I can keep up with your bitchiness. I wonder how come you still have employees." We laugh again as Jules' eyes widens. "That reminds me, Tisha, why don't you tell Margie what you told me in the car." When Metisha looks confused, she adds, "About Mrs. Marshmallows."

"Oh, you mean what that little bitch said to me earlier today." Metisha then proceeds to tell me how her P.A. had frightened and then afterwards, insulted her.

"Wow! That's one crazy personal secretary you've got there." I say, finding the whole thing amusing.

"Yeah but trust me, I showed her who was crazier," Metisha says, proudly as she munches her cake.

"That's my Metisha!" I hail, giving her a thumbs up.

"Just because she's twenty-five and married to an asshole whose surname is Marshmallows doesn't mean her life is amazing," Jules says with a frown, "But on a serious note, why do you think relationships keep going down the drain for us."

Both Metisha and I look shocked at the sudden question.

"Do you think it's the money?" Jules asks, keenly staring at both Metisha and I.

"I think it's the fame." Metisha anwers, taking another slice of cake with disinterest in her eyes.

"I think it's both," I say, with a tone of finality that made the girls turn to look at me.

Metisha scoffs. "You sound so sure."

"This is none of your business, Missy," I say, addressing Metisha. "We all know you don't do relationships."

"Forgive my ignorance, my dear Margot." I snort at that and then turn to face Jules. "Now, why I said it was both..."

"Please do tell, dear Margot." Metisha interrupts.

"Interrupt me again and I swear I will stab your hazel eye until it becomes green like the other one." That gets her to shut up. "As I was saying, Jules, for me, I think it's the fame and money because, take me as an example, remember the last guy I dated?"

"The one who broke up with you because according to him, you were too rich?" Jules asks.

"Exactly, that one." I say as I swat Metisha's hand away from the last slice of cake, taking it for myself. "And the one before that, he broke up with me because I was too well-known it made him feel inferior. Isn't that right Tisha?" I ask Metisha, who was, by the way, still sulking over the last piece of cake.

"Yes." Her answer is almost inaudible.

"So what do you think about our discussion, Tisha?" Jules asks, probably to cheer her up.

"What I think is that all what Margie said is bullshit! Any man who thinks a woman is too rich, too famous, too successful is," Metisha pauses, as if for dramatic effect, " a.piece.of.shit."

"I couldn't agree more." A male voice says behind us.

I turn to be sure I hadn't just misheard.

"Dad?" I say, in a question-like tone.

Seems like I hadn't misheard afterall.

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