𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐘𝐨𝐮 |𝐃𝐄

𝟎𝟏𝟖: 𝐗𝐕𝐈𝐈𝐈

12:11 pm
Sitting in her living room as the TV murmured in the background, the noise serving as a companion to her as she went about counting the nonstacked bills. Stretching her legs out comfortably, she focused on meticulously stacking and counting the money she had earned at the club the previous night.

Sierra understood that in order to attain the things she desired in life, she had to hustle for her cash. Working at the club was her main source of income, and she had no qualms about it since it did help pay the bills. She'd never relied on any other means to support herself, and she was determined to make her own way.

"Twenty... Forty... Eighty," Sierra softly muttered to herself, her voice barely above a whisper as she counted. With each count, she lifted her thumb, lightly swiping it against her tongue.

Cockily sticking her tongue out and breaking into a playful dance, she celebrated her count. "Ten thousand and fifty-eight dollas!!," she declared proudly, a spark of satisfaction in her eyes. She knew she had what it took to earn her keep, and these stacks of cash was a testament to her determination.

After neatly wrapping the money with a rubber band and placing it on her glass and rhinestone coffee table, Sierra picked up her ringing phone. She saw an incoming call from Dreka, and her face lit up with a smile.

"Good morning!" Dreka's voice rang with excitement.

"Baby, it's noon," Sierra humbled her, causing Dreka to playfully roll her eyes.

"I just woke up, so it's morning to me. Anyways, what are you doing?" Dreka asked, taking a sip from the White mug that was filled with hot sweet tea.

Sierra placed the phone on speaker as she moved into the kitchen. She heated up some leftover homemade chicken pot pie that she had tried making from scratch the previous night. Cooking was another skill Sierra had mastered, learning from her grandma's kitchen experts.

Her mother and grandma had been her mentors, and she had eagerly observed and absorbed their culinary secrets. Her grandmother had even created a special cookbook just for Sierra, filled with cherished family recipes. Those recipes were her culinary treasures, passed down through generations.

"Potpie?! See, that's why I need to move in with you, girl, you can throw down," Dreka playfully remarked.

Sierra chuckled, "I've been telling you to come over and grab a plate, but you're just mad lazy. So, you miss out."

Dreka shifted the conversation back to the baby shower, reminding Sierra not to be late. The call ending with a small laugh echoing in the room. With her food-covered fork resting on her plate, Sierra continued her meal and then headed to her closet to get dressed for her errands she had to run today before heading to the baby shower.