After taking a much needed break from the hustle and bustle of Dallas living to take care of his elderly grandmother Zaviar Brooks didn't have any intentions of falling for the girl next door, let alone wanting to settle down.
Eden Taylor has always...
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
"I'm thinking about quitting my job." Hael rolls her eyes at her best friend of the last decade. Let it never be said that Eden was scared of change. Her desires changed with the wind and she wasn't afraid to chase every dream she ever had.
They walk down main street, the sun high in the sky, the heat oppressive. Eden had been in quiet contemplation since her boss pulled her to the side to unceremoniously announce that she was cutting her hours for no other reason than she could and felt like it. The pay was the only thing that made her job at Kandy's Kurl Kitchen bare able. Right when she declared this summer to be the time she buckled down and really start to hustle she was hit with the bullshit.
"Please elaborate before I tell you hell no." Fixing the evil eye necklace that tangled with the gang of other talisman that she wore faithfully, Eden sighs.
"I'm tired of feeling like my life has no meaning. It's not like I want to be famous or world renowned but I want my life to count for something. And working at that ghetto ass salon ain't gone do that for me, especially when them hoes try to downplay my talent because I'm not licensed." Hael pats the wig that her friend installed for her that morning.
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
"Look at me, you damn sure ain't lacking in talent, got me out here looking edible."
Eden can't help but chuckle at her friends shenanigans, but she loved making other women feel beautiful was glad that her friend was feeling herself.
It was for that very reason that she wanted to get licensed and start her own salon. Working for someone else never sat right with her, why work hard for someone else when she could be building her own empire?
"Foreal though E whatever you decide to do you know I got you." Hael presses a wet kiss to her cheek knowing how much she hates affection.
"Chill, I'm meeting with Devonte later tonight and I don't have time to be reapplying my makeup." Hael huffed rolling her eyes at that mention of that wannabe dopeboy.
