Jasmine’s POV

“Jasmine. JASMINE!” I heard my mother’s voice calling me. The covers were yanked off from over me and I felt the coldness of the room.

“Uuugghh!” I growled like a tiger.

“Jasmine. Get up baby. You have to go to work. It’s Monday and it’s already 7:30 am.”

“I’m not going into work today momma,” I said, sitting up and rubbing my eyes from the sleep still in them.

“Why? Do you have another day off?”

I hadn’t told my mom nor my sister about the stupid shit I did at the Gala as yet.

“Mom, I quit my job,” I cut to the chase. She was bound...