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POTENTIAL THREAT ✓
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. . . Y/N . . .
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"THE MORE YOU talk, the more it seems like Marcus took over and is planning this," Y/N pointed out to her sister Abrianna, who was on the other end of the phone line, while the phone was on top of her bathroom counter. Meanwhile, she began gently brushing out her curls, adjusting the hairstyle to her liking.
Hearing Y/N say this only resulted in Abrianna sucking her teeth at the mention of her twin brother, "Tuh' girl, please. That boy does nothing but get on my nerves. He always waits until the last minute when everything is already in motion, just like now, to swoop in. He knew this dinner was a week away from now, but nope, here he goes inviting everyone and using grandma as an excuse so ol' girl can come."
Abrianna continued and Y/N only sighed, knowing what she was talking about.
The gentle gurgle of a creek filled the air, signaling the unmistakable sound of your bedroom door creaking open. Alaya plodded from her mother's room, and into the bathroom where she saw her mother dressed: she wore a chic white half-buttoned shirt, elegantly tucked into beige-hued trousers that hid her heels. Overall giving off a classy look.
