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"Mama are you really going to fight Onika?" Luna asked me as I got dressed.
"Are you feeling better?"
"Yes. Why are you fighting her? That doesn't even sound right." She said as she followed my every step.
"Did you eat?" She just huffed.
"Mama stop I'm completely fine. Whatever you're saying isn't going to stop the fact this is wrong."
"Listen, I didn't want to fight her. When the option came up I questioned it. She's the one who said yes first."
"And you didn't backdown?" I looked at her like she was crazy.
"Who am I to back down?" Literally, the heir? To backdown from a fight? The words don't even come close. I'm literally defined by protection.
"I just-"
"How you late to your own fight?" Solange walked in my room. I just shrugged. I get there when I want to.
"It's giving you're scared, Beyoncé." She teased. I just chuckled.
"Beyoncé and scared don't go into the same sentence boo."
"Auntie.." Luna began to whine.
"Her idea." I said and Luna gasped.
"Come on!"
"Look, this will help for them. I know personally. Onika, wants to do this anyway. She doesn't hate Beyoncé, she's just angry with her." I shook my head at how much that didn't make any kind of sense whatsoever.
"What?" Luna said.
"Your mother and I always fought when we were upset with eachother." Solange started.
"And I mean terribly." I added. Fire, water, magic...
"Beyoncé used to cheat so bad." Solange laughed.
"Girl bye! You nearly knocked me out with that ultrasonic crap you got going on."
