Nadalia Saint
An ambitious, outgoing, persuading and level-heded girl attending her first years of university at UCLA. Despite her being an influner for now, Nadalia's goal is to use that to increase her following and putting her name out for when...
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September 18
"Dolly, "shouted Nadalia's mother from the kitchen.
At the moment, Nadalia was out in the backyard taking pictures of the customized forces that got sent back to her yesterday so she can go ahead and post them on the instagram page that she uses to promote stuff on.
She knew for sure she was going to wear them to school tomorrow and take pictures with a planned outfit so she can post it on her main account story along with tagging her business account @ nadaliascloset and Dakota's business account which is something she usually does with clothing pieces or anything that can be incorporated because—
1. She had hella followers on there to bring traffic and— 2. She has to play her influencer role and influence along with the promoting.
In the middle of her picture taking she finally responded back to her mother, "Yeah mom one more i swear!"
She was In fact not taking one more picture but proceeded to take another five before she said more to herself but aloud, "anddd i'mmmm done, here I come!"
She stood from her spot and slightly jogged to the glass door sliding through the crack before closing it.
When fully inside, she quickly slipped her slides off and placed them off to the side of the door before she began to walk to the farthest dining room chair where the box to the shoes sat. After placing the occupants of the box inside, she finally began making her way to the sink to wash her hands.
"Who did you say you got those from again?" her mother asked, gesturing to the box of shoes while placing the dinner plates onto the table.
"Dad not making it to dinner?" Nadalia asked as she was washing her hands, before providing an answer to her mom's question, "and by this girl from high school," she began before deciding to add more of her thoughts "mama she's so talented! Imma have to show you her page," she exclaimed while she finished up drying her hands and making her way to sit at the table.
Her mother softly chuckled over the enthusiasm in her daughter's voice at the mention the girl's work and voiced a low "ok" in reply before going over to the fridge and taking a water bottle out.
As Nadalia's mother sat back at the table from retrieving the water, she shook her head before finally giving a verbal answer to the question her daughter had asked her.
"No. Assad and him decided to finish the last few client bikes so he wouldn't be able to make it to an early dinner and I didn't want to do a late one."
Assad also known as 'Uncle A' was Dalia's father's best friend and co-owner of their Motorcycle repair shop "AD Cycle Repair Clubhouse". The 'D' standing for her father's name, Daevon.
Dalia finished up her spoonful of mash potatoes before she replied, "oh, makes sense knowing him."
Just like herself, her father loved getting things done with then and there when he could. He likes working and having something to do, as does she, especially when it's something they love.
She also takes after her therapist mother Lanai, both of them having great people skills and a lovable/trusting aura.
She was thankful she took after her fathers dominant personality-traits and her mother's soft ones; it made her feel equally balanced.
After Nadalia and Lanai's early dinner they cleaned up and decided to end their night with a movie. Daevon had came home right in the middle of their watch. Both Nadalia and Lanai paid him greetings as well as questioning him about his day.
After the short discussion, he went to the kitchen to retrieve and warm up his prepped plate before coming back to the living room and watching the left of the movie with his family.
When the movie had finally approached its end, everyone left from the living room to begin on their routines before heading to bed.
Nadalia was the last to finish up her night routine— and as she was brushing her teeth she checked through her accounts notifications before getting a new one. This one being from an unexpected sender—
Dakota
@ kotakustoms again thank you for allowing me, as a small business and artist to grow a little from your page (lmao I feel that sounds weird), idk how to show any more gratefulness but i'm glad you enjoy the shoes🖤 .
A smile slowly etched across her face as she finished reading the short and tried— professional—sentence.
She enjoyed the energy she got from Dakota. She was great when it came to sensing good people and she could tell Dakota was still one of such from her short acquaintance of the girl from high school.
She was even more happy because even though she loves supporting and promoting people's hustles and businesses, she loves it even more when she's doing it for people who deserve it.
After rinsing her mouth out she put her scarf on and braided her weave before putting her bonnet on top . Once done with the short action she finally began to type back her reply.
@_yesimdolly it most def didn't sound weird😂😂. I also love the shoes you're bomb at what you do I hope all successes come to you <33
On the other side of the screen, Dakota read her message with a sly smile before replying back to her message with just a finger heart emoji— reaction before closing out the messages to set her phone alarm and to ash her blunt.
Ready to get a good enough sleep to be ready for tomorrow's day.
