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Beyoncé POV 3 weeks later Sunday, 5:00 p.m.
I just returned to Houston this morning from NY Fashion Week. It was so hectic and busy as usual. I'm definitely going to take a full week off to rest and relax my body and my mental.
I relayed a text to my assistant, Michelle, to have her make me an appointment with my masseuse for Tuesday.
I didn't get a chance to celebrate my 24th birthday so I'm going over my mother's house for Sunday dinner. I'm not sure if I'm more excited about a nice hot home cooked meal or some sweet cake full of calories.
Of course I'm responsible for bringing the wine so I picked up some Pinot Grigio from a near by liquor store.
I locked my car and strutted up to my mothers home and rang the door bell.
Yes, there's a reason I keep saying 'mothers' home' and that's simply because her and my dad divorced 2 years ago..so technically it is just her house. She milked his grimy ass for almost everything he had and she's still receiving alimony. As she should.
It was bound to happen though. I thought mama would've left him sooner but I just assumed she stayed with him for the sake of Solange and I. Little does she know we would've been right there packing his shit up years ago.
I heard he lives in Dallas now and might have a child on the way ..at his big age. We don't keep in contact with Mathew so I wouldn't know. He's mailed letters to my mothers house every holiday as if that's supposed to fix what he put us through.
"Hello my gorgeous Giselle. You look nice darling." Mama spoke embracing me with a hug.
"Hi mama. You know I get it from you, hot stuff." I teased with a wink.
"Well, you're not lying." She did full 360 ending with a pose. I chuckled at her. "I'm almost done with dinner, you can help Solo set the table."
I walked into the kitchen and the smell of food instantly hit my nostrils, making my stomach growl. I put the wine up to chill and grabbed some plates.
"Hi Solo." I greeted as I put the dishes down on the dining room table.
"Hey sis! I have your special birthday brownies in my car." She winked twice and tilted her head, doing the absolute most. "You look like a crackhead, never do that again." She mugged me.
Not only was Solange an artist but I would consider her an herbalist as well. She legit grows all of her herbs. Mary Jane included.
"But thanks you sissy. Where's Lauren at?"
"She should be on her way, she had to pick up your special gluten free cake."
"Don't say it like that. You're just as much as a health freak as I am." I responded. Her ass a whole vegan or something of the sort.
