The next day I finally had time to think about everything that happened yesterday. It was such a mess, just as messy as my mind at the moment. I drank some coffee and stared at the pink wall in front of me. "Mouthy lady.", I sarcastically murmured to myself while I rolled my eyes. I was so done with men who thought they were better than any woman and everyone else.
I sighed while I slowly got up. My feet were hurting from last night, because I wore a pair of high heels. I now regretted my choice of shoes, but there wasn't really anything I could do about it right now. Maybe I could clean my apartment for once though..
My apartment was quite small, but it was big enough for me. I used to tell people that if I would live on my own, I wanted to have a small place. I just wouldn't be able to live in a really big house on my own; I'd probably feel lonely and anxious. This was one of the reasons why the rich life wouldn't be the life for me.
My whole apartment was decorated with slight pink touches. I loved flowers and plants, so most of the time I tried to place them in every room in my apartment. Next to my bed I had a small television and radio build in, that was placed in some kind of odd looking furniture, that also formed the "head" of my bed.
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The ceiling, floor and walls of my small kitchen were painted in a light shade of pink, and so were the lamps. For decoration I added multiple pink things, like flowers, pans and kitchenware. The kitchen was an important place for me, since I loved cooking and experimenting with meals. I just wished I could find more time to actually cook these days. Actually cook as in, making special meals. Most of the time I made a quick meal, because I had appointments in the evening, so I couldn't set my mind free and put my creativity into a delicious meal.
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My living room was nicely decorated, even though I say so myself. I added a lot of warm tones and that's why my living room got so cozy. Obviously, knowing myself, I've placed some plants and flowers. In the living room stood a tiny black coffee table and furniture in warm tones. The walls were painted in a light pink shade like the other rooms in my apartment, but in the evening, the walls almost looked like a shade of light brown, because of the lamps. I was obsessed with my house, because I loved the look of it, but also because I put a lot of work in it.
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Suddenly I heard my phone ring. I sat on the couch and picked up the phone. "Hi, with Cherry.", I said, because I didn't know who it was. "Hello, Cherry.", a low voice said on the other line of the phone. I had no idea who it was, but the man sounded kind of old. "Who's this?", I asked. There was a minute of silence. "This is Chick speaking.", the man finally answered. "Am I supposed to know who Chick is?", I sarcastically murmured. "Not yet, but I guess you will meet me more often in the future.", he said, while laughing.
I waited for him to stop laughing in silence. "Are you done? Ok, now tell my why you're calling."
"He wants to speak to you." I frowned my eyebrows. "Who is he?", I asked him in confusion.
"Prince.", the man answered.
I became quiet. That asshole Prince wanted to speak to me? How did this man even got my number?
