" ... You are the heartbeat in my song. With you, I know where I belong ...."
Diamond’s new ringing tone sounded as she was sleeping soundly on the bed, her soft snoring the other noise being made in the room.
Hearing the familiar and yet unfamiliar ringing tone, Diamond drowsily opened her eyes.
It was one of the five songs she had sung for her album. The song still sounded new in her ears every time she heard it.
After returning to the hotel around 3 am, she didn’t go to sleep right there but had to check a few things first. As a result, it was only around 4 am that she finally went to bed.
’Who is calling and what time is it?’ she pondered as opened her eyes, darting her eyes around the room until her eyes landed on the wall clock.
09:26 am.
Upon seeing the time, Diamond’s drowsiness all vanished instantly.
Since when did she ever wake up that late?
That was simply something new. She felt embarrassed for herself.
"Andy! Who is calling?" Diamond asked, her voice a bit hoarse as she yawned, her eyes darting in the direction where her phone was.
It was simply too far for her to reach out of it now. She was too lazy despite being not that sleepy anymore.
{Mother, it’s an unsaved number. However, from what I have seen, it belongs to Gael Simpson, Grace’s son. The one she wanted to match you with!} Andrea gave a response.
Upon hearing that, Diamond sat up straight, shock in her eyes, as she wasn’t expecting this person to call her.
After speaking to Grace days ago, she heard nothing from both mother and son and just pushed it out of her mind. But who would have guessed that the son would call?
"Is it a video call or voice?" she asked, hesitant about what to do now that the other was calling and she couldn’t just decline the call for no reason.
{It’s a voice call!}
Upon hearing that, she heaved a sigh of relief before instructing, "Answer it and put it on speaker. I need to get ready!"
{Sure.}
With that, the call was answered and a second later, a rich male voice very pleasing to the ears sounded in the room catching her off-guard, she dumbfoundedly stared in the direction of the phone wondering to herself, ’How could one’s voice be so damn good?’
When it comes to the things that she likes about a man. These three couldn’t be forgotten. Visuals, body and voice.
A man who was qualified to stand by her side was someone with a handsome or cute face. She should find the face very addictive to look at. It won’t matter if he is rich or poor. She could afford to raise him if she was serious. So why bother about money though money was important?
He should have a good body and be taller than her. She wanted someone who could take care of his body. He didn’t really need to be muscular or lean, and so forth. But knowing how to take care of one’s body was a bonus.
She had been taking care of her own, so why should she go for someone who wasn’t serious about his health?
And lastly, the voice should be good to listen to.
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