Searching for Love, Found Wealth

(YEARS LATER)

(Third Person Narrative Intended)

A limousine drove into the crowd with everyone shouting and screaming.

A lady dropped out of the car wearing a fur coat on a blue gown with silver heels. She looked like a goddess.

“Oh my gosh, Chloe! It’s Chloe!” reporters began swarming her to ask her if the latest rumors are true.

The model stays mute as a smile creeps up to her face, she looks up at SitCom. She walks through the reporters as her bodyguard make way for her.NôvelDrama.Org owns this.

“Is it a lie? Is it why you aren’t answering?!” a frustrated reporter shouted, making Chloe turn to her.

“Lie? What does me dating Charles James have to do with you? You are the one’s who lie” she sighed and walked into the building.

“They’d still thwart that and say “supermodel Chloe call young reporter a liar”. So hopeless” Miss Lee, Chloe’s manager hissed.

Chloe smiled at her but her smile grew wider when she saw the person she’d gone through all the trouble for.

“Kiera!” she yelped like a child who just saw his mother and ran over to the figure dressed in a black dress.

Kiera smiled knowingly, “My company has been bustling since you came last time. You’ve come again?” she ran her hands through Chloe’s fur. It looked expensive.

“It’s the celebrity impact. You should take some pictures with me. I’d tag you and you’d get some followers” Chloe joked.

Miss Lee took her bag and helped her remove her fur coat, leaving her to talk with her friend.

“No, thanks”.

Kiera could still vividly remember the photo she had taken when they’re were kids. In commemoration for her ‘welcome from kidnap’.

The moment she had uploaded it and tagged J-twins, fan girls began swarming het message box asking for their number.

When she had refused, they nearly reported her account for being fake.

“I needed less followers now. Just people with problems that I would solve” she added. They sat down at her office, with a black and pink interior design.

“Classy. I didn’t expect less from a BlackPink fan?” Chloe smacked her lips. Kiera looked confused but brushed it off later.

“Here for my gossip or yours?” she brought out a wine from her cupboard.

“Not yours please. You’d start telling me how a girl called SitCom and was saved from abuse of ten years. Good but it’s boring talk” she whined.

Chloe was still impressed on how her friend had turned a then radio station to a call center where people who have suffered abuse, discrimation or shaming come to and can be advised and saved.

It was becoming really popular with teenagers as they’re the ones with these problems more. And people seemed to be more confident about their looks.

“Jennifer made a dark joke recently…” Kiera gulped her glass of wine.

“I spoke of how I made a girl love her own body instead of having surgery to look like her favorite idol. She joked on how I made her lose a possible client. Jeez, does cosmetic surgeons have no patients?”.

Chloe began laughing hard, “Oh, Jennifer. She called me recently asking if I needed a nose lift. I told her mine is high enough. What’s with her?”.

Kiera shook her head while gulping another glass of wine, “She’s doing what makes her happy, I’m doing same. Changing people’s body isn’t confidence. She should know”.

“It’s still iconic that the first client you had for ‘Sit and talk with SitCom’ was Sheena. I’m glad she got the help she deserved” Chloe admitted.

Kiera smiled to her, “So wanna tell your best friend if the dating rumors are true?”.

With a nod and a thumps up Chloe gushed, “I finally made him forget his love for you!”.

Kiera chuckled, “He never told me he loved me till now. So you just convinced him that I was just his best friend he missed a lot”.

Chloe rolled her eyes while bringing out something from her bag.

“An engagement ring?” Kiera looked stunned. Chloe looked around the office and was visibly relieved to see that no one was around.

Her best friend always assumed things before she made sure. She’d be suffering that for years but would never get used to it.

She sighed, “No, look at this!” she slid a picture in front of Kiera.

Kiera peeked in with high hopes and her face scrunched in confusion, “Cara Adams! So what!” she looked visibly pissed.

“Jeez, calm down. She now teaches at a big school. And I hear she’s nicer. You might wanna visit” Chloe retracted her picture.

Kiera folded her arms, “No thanks. I rather take my future kids to Chris’ school. You know I’m like an ambassador there”.

Chloe flipped her hair, “You know I wasn’t quite expecting Chris to build schools around Washington. He hated schools but now owns over three”.

Kiera shrugged. She knew he’d come around. He was brilliant just stressed and seen as violent even when he wasn’t.

She could still remember when he cried when he was told he failed his senior year exams. It turned out to be a mistake and he looked really glad.

She was proud of what he had become. She was proud of all what her friends had become.

“Oh, oh, and last but not the least. You haven’t heard from Sheena, have you?” Chloe giggled.

Kiera peeked into another picture she dropped again, with less expectations as her hopes were dashed from the last one.

“Are those pre wedding photos?!” she stood up with the picture.

Chloe giggled louder while hysterically nodding.

Kiera was surprised, stunned. She had expected this years back but not now.

The picture had pre wedding photos of Jasper and Sheena!

Sheena’s dreams did come true. Her crushes developed to something more.

Even though Jasper had lived the typical playboy life all through university and seemed like he’d be a dad before twenty.

“She’s a living proof that SitCom works. Your therapists here are amazing. Your law teams are splendid. I’m grateful for what you did for my girl”

“Our girl!” Kiera corrected, and they made a high five.

“And Jasper’s mafia-y twin? Jacob?” Kiera enquired.

Chloe gave a wink, “He’s single still. No worries”.

Kiera rolled her eyes.