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✯If i know what love is, ✯
it is because of you
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So, she saved a helpless child, it was off instinct.
She was no hero, and she knew that. She never expected to be treated like one either.
And she wasn't...
Inst...
ANOTHER THREE WEEKS passed, and twelve hours ago I was sitting in my room, quietly reading a book and minding my own black business when my door bursted open.
I quickly looked up only to see Alice there with a giddy smile. I looked at her curiously as she glided across my room before stopping in front of me.
She announced that today was the day of the Ivory Soirée. I was slightly shocked that so much time had passed but didn't get time to dwell on it when she grabbed my hand and shoved me into the bathroom, forcing me to get ready.
And here I was, standing in a full body mirror twelve hours later and staring at myself in awe as I saw Alice's magic in action.
"It's beautiful." I said in exasperation watching as the dress hugged my curves. I could practically hear the smirk and egotistical smile on Alice's face as she spoke.
"Oh please, little old me? I didn't do a thing! It's the person whose wearing it that pulls it together, and you dear are most definitely pulling it together!" She shouted clasping her hands together as she too stared in awe.
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I smiled at her complements and sighed.
"I haven't felt this good in a long time."
"Well that's a shame because you're absolutely gorgeous." She said as she came to stand behind me. She gently pat my back, giving me a motherly smile.
"Thank you so much, Alice." I said as I hugged her, my arms wrapping around her neck quickly before pulling away to give her another smile.
"Of course, sweetheart. Now, let's finish off your hair to complete the look." She said as she dragged me to my chair. On the desk before me she had laid out every possible hair product and material to style my hair.
"I was thinking... straight hair?" She asked as she took the straitening iron and held it up.
"Thank you but I think I can take it from here." I said as I took the tool from her, placing it back down. "I did my hair a couple days ago, that's why I've been locked in my room for awhile."
She nodded and watched me in anticipation. I sighed as I untied the tight scarf that wrapped my head, removing the large, silk cap first.
Two days ago I convinced Prince to let me go out to the salon. It was one that my mom would use to take me to before she passed. I hadn't been there in a long time, not wanting to be around the people who knew my mother better than I could ever. So I taught myself to do my hair at a young age. Growing up in the system and moving around constantly only allowed me to have control of a few things; things including my hair.
Kirsten, the woman who had agreed to do my hair, decided to do coi leray braids after I told her I was going somewhere fancy. She obviously interpreted that as I was going to be around a lot of white people and made the decision to let my blackness shine. With no complaints from me, she got to work.
