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𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚗𝚎
3 months later.
"I love this new studio Lani and thank you girl my lace looks bomb" my customer Zola said pulling her phone out her bag.
"Girl thank you so much I'm really glad I'm moving up in life foreal" I said looking around smiling to myself. 3 months ago I would have never thought I would be in this position that I'm in now. I took my mothers advice and found happiness. I got me a apartment, and opened up a small studio. It's not as big in size but it's a big step from where I was before.
"I'm proud of you girl, from doing hair in yo momma house to owning your own studio" she said dancing in the chair "Girlll get up outta my chair I'm done your hair" I spoke laughing
"Thanks Lani fr I'm going to this lil party tonight girl up over at blaze you should come with me" she said smiling over at me
"Mmm I don't know about that, who all gonna be there?" I asked because I don't wanna just be around any and everybody that's not how I roll
"Just me, my boyfriend, and his friend. Oh yeah and he single" she said smirking typing on her phone. "Oh so you tryna set me up huh?" I asked chuckling
"I mean take it as you want it sis but yeah you gotta come please" she said poking her bitten lip out "Ard girl I'll come just text me what time and shit I'm bout to go see my mother" i said opening the door to my studio and locking it as we both left out
"Ard boo Byee I'll see you later" Zola waved walking to her car
I drove over to my moms house. Ever since I moved out 3 months ago I've been trying to go see her as much as I can. With my dad in jail it's been only me and her for a while now other than my half brother who lives in LA with his mother.
Me and him don't really talk as much as we should maybe like twice a month. We used to be way closer when we were younger but when my dad got locked up his mother didn't want him to come around nomore. She didn't like the fact that my dad had a baby with her then got back with my mother. Baby momma issues per usual smh.
I pulled into my mothers driveway, stopping my engine then getting out the car walking up to the door. I knocked on the door waiting for her to answer.
The door opened up to my mothers face, she had rollers in her hair with slight makeup On. My mother was around 5'7, brown skin, with curly hair roots slightly grey.
"Hey momma, where you going today? You got your makeup on hair all done" I said smiling taking in her appearance
"Girl I'm going to brunch with a friend of mine" she said hugging me
