(Kelly's POV)
Brooklyn smelled different.
The moment she stepped off the private jet, she felt it—the crisp air, the low hum of the city, the quiet but undeniable power of being back on her turf.
Chicago had been... life-changing. But this?
This was home.
Her emerald green Jeep glided through the streets of downtown Brooklyn, weaving through traffic with ease. The city was alive—horns honking, street vendors callin' out orders, brownstones standing tall like they had stories to tell.
But none of it compared to the moment she pulled up to her place.
Kelly's penthouse was a dream. A soft, feminine paradise tucked away in the upscale heart of the city. Light pink accents, warm cream tones, soft gold finishes—everything inside exuded comfort and luxury.
And then there was her self care room.
She had a rose quartz heart-shaped bathtub, that sat in the middle, surrounded by vanilla-scented candles and plush white rugs. A glass chandelier hung above, casting a golden glow over the space. This was where she recharged—bubble baths, silk robes, jazz slipping through the air while she sipped wine.
It felt good to be back.
But Brooklyn wasn't just home—it was business.
And business was booming.
The Chic District: The Store That Changed the Game
Kelly stepped into The Chic District, her empire, her baby, standing tall in the heart of Manhattan. Two floors of pure glamour, the first floor filled with affordable fashion for every woman, the second floor secured like a VIP club.
As soon as you walked in, the experience started.
Soft R&B played overhead—Sade's Smooth Operator pouring through the speakers. A tray of champagne greeted customers at the entrance, handed out by trained stylists ready to make every woman feel like a damn goddess.
And Kelly?
She built this.
She owned this.
From her upscale private shopping experiences to her online empire, The Chic District wasn't just a store—it was a movement. Plus-size women had power here. Confidence. Attitude. Every outfit screamed, Look at me. Admire me. I am the main character.
Kelly stepped through the glass doors, instantly greeted by her employees.
"Miss Kelly, we restocked the lace bodysuits. They sold out online in two hours!"
"Miss Kelly, your office delivery just arrived—also, there's a VIP client who wants to meet you personally."
Kelly smiled, nodding as she made her way upstairs to her private office.
The moment she sat down, she grabbed her phone, dialing the only person she wanted to talk to.
The FaceTime rang twice before Von's face filled the screen.
Von was loungin' in his room, shirtless, tattoos on display, locs fallin' over his sharp-ass jawline. His grillz flashed as he smirked. "Wassup, baby?"
Kelly smirked. "Damn, you answered quick."
Von chuckled. "You already know. What you doin'?"
She leaned back in her chair, crossing her legs. "Just makin' sure my empire is still intact."
