|πŸŒ•| ALLURE

|πŸŒ•| ALLURE
Plagued by deep insecurities and anxiety, Anai struggles with self-worth. Just as she begins a journey of self-love, she meets a seemingly perfect guy. Can their connection thrive amidst her internal battles, or will her fears pull her into a darkness she can't escape? To truly love another, she must first love herself.

The insistent dinging of your phone rips you from sleep at 7 AM on a Saturday. Groaning, you grab it, the bright screen revealing a barrage of messages from your friend group chat, "MyhoesπŸ’…".

"Ughh..what the hell," you mutter, adjusting your bonnet and rubbing the sleep from your eyes.

Vicky, or "viviπŸƒ", is the culprit, flooding the chat with urgent, all-caps messages about a party hosted by Braxton tonight.

"WAKEY WAKEY GET YA UGLY ASSES UP," one message screams.

Kari, "MotherKariπŸ¦‹", pushes back, complaining it's too early. Lavish, "WifeylavπŸ¦–", expresses her exhaustion. Mia, "MiamiaπŸ’‹", questions what's happening.

You scroll through their rapid-fire exchange, rolling your eyes at Vicky's enthusiasm for a party disturbing your precious weekend sleep.

Evie chimes in, unable to make it due to work, which Vicky dismisses, calling her too young.

"Ik you not blowing up my phone over sum damn party," you text back, adding, "Braxtons party for one."

Lavish agrees. Vicky promises to call with details later.

Shaking your head at their antics, you check the time – 7:30 AM. Since you're awake, you decide to scroll through apps until sleep claims you again.