Queen's Korner

Home Sweet Home! Exactly six months have gone by, and I'm finally getting into the groove of things. My estates are functioning well and flowing. I turned my Uncle's estate in Orlando into a Poly-farm. Here my crops and veggies can grow without worry. I also hired two horticulturists to help maintain the land. Orlando, Florida, has become my permanent place of residence. The other estate back home in Fort Lauderdale has become a local Air BnB ran by my parents. I paid off my house and set it up for Air Bnb, as well. I have officially become an entrepreneur with more than three sources of residual income. Horus and I decided to invest in a local Art Studio and a food truck. Horus loves to cook, so the food truck was ideal for him. I brought it for him for his birthday. I still haven't told Horus about the money; he thinks I'm a well off spoiled brat with intelligence. Well, probably not exactly like that, but he doesn't question my business ventures. The Art Stud...

Soul Venture Cristina wasn't so bad, after all. We ended up spending most of the night together, laughing and talking. It was like we were long lost, buddies. She's sweet at heart, although she has significant insecurities. After our long talk, I decided to take it easy on Cristina. I'm also going to encourage Miguel to be a little more compassionate towards her, as well. "Miko, come on, Tracey's here!" Cristina and I decided to go out together. She and her friend Tracey wanted to show me how they get down. We rode down this long dark road to a big treehouse. It looked like a bungalow; I entered through the front door greeted by shimmering red and gold beads. There were lava lamps everywhere. It had a Mediterranean feel with bohemian accents. Pillow throws, mandalas, singing bowls, crystals, and aloe vera incense filled the air. The calm midst from outside gave the house a coolness. Cristina introduced me to her friends as we walked through the house. ...

Return to Honduras After much deliberation and frustration, I decided to return to Honduras. I reflected while on the plane. I had plenty of time to do so. Jackson had gotten on my last nerve smothering me for the remainder of the time he was around. I was beginning to understand why I enjoyed our time away from each other. He returned to his tour and would be gone for 12 months, Yay me. He insisted that I visited him when the time permitted, and I told him I would think about it. , I finalized my inheritance logistics, and in a couple of weeks, I will officially be a millionaire. No one knows about the money except my parents, not even Nadia. Uncle Seymour requested that only the information about my inheritance of the estates and stocks be public. He made it very clear that no one was to know about the cash inheritance except my parents. I was grateful for that, and I know my parents appreciated that gesture as well. Otherwise, it could've been a mess. I mean, it already wil...