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𝙰𝚃𝙻𝙰𝙽𝚃𝙰, 𝙶𝙰 - 𝟷𝟸:𝟺𝟺 𝙿

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𝙰𝚃𝙻𝙰𝙽𝚃𝙰, 𝙶𝙰 - 𝟷𝟸:𝟺𝟺 𝙿.𝙼.

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Standing in the bathroom mirror, Haven unrolled her flexi rods before brushing her curls out. The rods were large and painful to sleep in and she was now relieved to remove them. She became slightly ecstatic as she now looked at the final product of her new look. She let Koby freestyle on her hair and he didn't fail, as normal.

She sat her brush down before fluffing her hands through the curls as well. A few sprits of her "Good Girl" perfume graced each of her pulse points before she fixed her layered necklaces and her gold-linked bracelets. She flicked the light switch, walking out of the bathroom and straight to the full-length mirror.

The warm weather outside complimented her outfit; A dark wash denim romper, black Tory Burch sandals, and a black crossbody that held gold embellishments, which complimented the logo on her sandals and her jewelry. She unbuttoned a few buttons at the top of her romper, showcasing her necklaces and a slight glimpse of cleavage.

"You leaving now?" She heard Cairo speak as he walked out of their closet. "You look good."

Haven picked up her phone sending Nino a quick text letting him know she was on her way before stuffing her phone in her purse. "Yes and thank you." She caught a slight glimpse of him as he now had shoes on. "You going somewhere?"

"Work." He plainly stated.

"On a Sunday?" Haven's questionable tone placed, she paused momentarily, walking into the closet as she now could see him fully. "Your day off?" She added.

Cairo clasped his watch around his wrist, looking up through the closet mirror. They held a brief moment of eye contact before he looked down to reach for another piece of jewelry.

"Yeah, it's something wrong with that?"

Haven grew quiet for a minute, gathering how she wanted to address things. "How many people?" She asked, referring to his clientele.

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