06/25/2025
AMBER ā Episode 1
I'm turning thirty exactly one month from today. Yes, the 14th of Julyāsame date every yearābut somehow, the man of my dreams is still a ghost.
Iāve written down everything I want in a man like itās a shopping list.
He must be tall, handsome, wealthyānot too religious, just spiritual enough to say a little prayer now and then. Iām not looking for another Nathan with his endless āThe Bible says thisā¦ the Bible says thatā sermons. Every dinner turned into a full-blown Sunday service.
Nathan was exhausting. Honestly, āhateā is a strong word, but I canāt think of another one that fits him better.
Then came Adam. Sweet at firstāuntil he started telling me to dress like some covered-up nun and follow him to Friday prayers. Iām not even Muslim, but he acted like I was auditioning to be his second wife. No thanks.
Me? Iām free-spirited. I donāt mind who you worship or what your background is. I donāt even care about your size in bed. As long as youāve got a beautiful face and a well-fed wallet, weāre halfway there.
I want the full package. Is that too much to ask? Apparently, it isābecause men like that keep skipping me like Iām invisible.
Last week, my best mate Danielle threw a massive birthday bash. Iām talking unlimited drinks, enough food to feed a village, and a vibe that could make even the DJ cry from joy.
But hereās the plot twistāit was her London-based boyfriend who hosted the whole thing and proposed to her that same night.
Yeah. A full-on surprise proposal.
She didnāt see it coming. Her outfit for the party? Flown in from London. Her boyfriend picked every detail himselfādress, shoes, wig, accessoriesāeverything looked like it came straight out of a designer magazine. I swear what she wore was worth more than three grand in total.
I just sat there quietly, sipping my cocktail, watching her like I was judging a fashion show. Her first outfit was stunning. Then she went and changedāagain. Second outfit? Even more stunning. I was speechless.
This is the same Danielle who used to look like she fell out of a charity shop window. Hair was always a mess. Her makeup? Tragic. And her fashion sense? Letās not even go there.
I practically taught her everythingāhow to dress, how to do her makeup, how to walk like she owns the world. And now? Sheās glowing like sheās on Vogueās front coverāall because of a man with money.
Itās true what they say: money brings out the beauty you didnāt know you had.
Danielle has completely forgotten where she came from. She used to wear my shoes. I literally fed her confidence. And now? She acts like Iām the help.
Out of pure frustration, I took two pairs of her expensive silver heels and sold them online. Sheās been looking for them for weeks. I just pretended to help her search. If I wasnāt scared of getting caught, I wouldāve worn those shoes to the next party. They were that beautiful.
But I donāt call it stealing. Weāre friends, right? I did so much for her. I deserve a little something in return.
As I stood with the crowd watching her boyfriendāConnorāget down on one knee, I had to force the smile on my face.
Everyone was screaming āSay yes! Say yes, Dani!ā
But deep down? I wished it was me. I wanted to be the one getting a ring slid onto my finger in front of flashing cameras and a cheering crowd.
Life really isnāt fair.
I deserve a man like Connorātall, handsome, rich, British accent that melts you, and knows how to treat a woman like royalty. He could be based in London or living in a treehouse for all I care. As long as heās got the qualities I want, Iām game.
Turning thirty has shaken me to the core.
Iām not a child anymore. Iām a full-grown, classy woman. I look good, I talk good, I carry myself with graceāand I should be attracting my kind.
So why am I not?
Why do broke men keep circling me like moths to a flame? What do they want from me? Iām tired of empty promises and romantic nonsense with no action or value.
If Danielle can land a man like Connor, then surely I deserve even more.
I want my own Connor, and I want him soon.
And if I canāt find him... I might just take someone elseās.
Because I refuse to keep clapping for others while my fingers remain bare.
To Be Continued Tomorrow...
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