As I awaken by the sweet lyrics of Maxwell Pretty Wings. I look to my side spotting my beautiful daughters Ave Marie & Daniel. I picked their names. Daniel is pronounced Da-Nell like a snobby French woman trying to say Daniel. Ave Marie is 9 & I'm 29. Daniel is 3. I smile and lean up hearing a snap I look up and see the photographer Daniel (I'm go call him Dwayne) hired I laugh a bit as the rest of the females awaken. All the bridesmaids stayed with me including Mrs. Simmons, my mother, my sister, Vanessa, Angelic, Miley, my daughters, Beyoncé, Kim, North & my bestfriend. I hear a knock on the door I walk over and peep into the key hole. I see the room servants. I open the door as all the ladies brush their teeth.
"Gracias senioritas" I say as my Spanish accents arises. I take a deep breath and walk into the bathroom beginning to brush my teeth baby Daniel runs to me with her natural curly hair all out flowing around. I pick her up as she giggles with my phone in her hand. I brush my teeth gently making sure I don't rerub anything on my teeth. perfectly white
"Dada" I look at Daniel grabbing her shine cleansing curly moisturizer. She smiles at the screen which I'm guessing is her father Daniel DeWayne Simmons III. My soon to be husband in less than 24 hours. I daze off slowly rubbing the moisturizer in her hair. I went through a faze of not knowing what love was. Then I met him we been through more situations than any of my past relationships but we always came back around and fixed it. I used to think his fans hated me. But they don't, they hate that I have what they want. I used to be so insecure but now I know my worth I'm a woman. I put her down hearing the deep voice of my fiancé.
