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Beyonce Knowles January 12
"How was the meeting today?" Kelly asked. I was still at work, going over a few designs and pieces. She, Rih, and I were all on FaceTime.
"You know how Mom is-she basically thinks we're not doing our jobs and that we're distracted," I replied, shaking my head.
"No disrespect, but your mama seems like she hates the fact that you both can run a successful company and still have time to do other things on the side," Rihanna chimed in.
"That's exactly it," Kelly agreed.
"It's weird, though," I started to say. "You'd think she'd be happy for us b-"
My door opened slowly, and I looked up to see my baby sister.
"Bitch, what?" Rihanna asked, catching my hesitation.
"Who just walked in?" Kelly added.
Solange walked over, took my phone, and popped her face into the camera, and they screamed in excitement.
"Solooooo!" they yelled.
"Hi, bitches! Miss me?" she asked, flashing a grin.
"Of course, we did!"
"Okay, y'all, bye! Let me talk to my own sister," I said, taking the phone back from Solange as they rolled their eyes.
"Stingy ass," Kelly mumbled as I ended the call.
I stood up and hugged my baby sister, both of us giggling through the hug. I loved her so much and missed her.
Solange had been living in New York, working as a celebrity photographer, always surrounded by the latest stars. Right now, she was on tour with Ms. Toni Braxton, photographing her every night. I was so proud of her for following her dreams.
My parents had wanted her to stick to the family fashion business, to keep everything in the family. But Solange never does anything she doesn't want to do.
I wished I had her boldness, but somehow, I'd always found myself trying to avoid letting our parents down.
"Damn, big sis, you got things looking nice around here," she said, settling into a chair. "But where are the snacks?"
"You and Robyn with this snack shit," I laughed, sitting down across from her.
She gave me a knowing look. "How's everything? You seem stressed."
I sighed. "I had a meeting with Mother."
Solange leaned back, crossing her arms with a smirk. "Beyoncé, you're 32 years old. If you don't stop trying to please that woman..."
I sighed. "It's not that easy when she's on the board of the company and threatens to take it away every chance she gets."
She shook her head. "No, it is easy. You could pick yourself up and start over Giselle. You're literally a millionaire. You helped me with my photography career-why can't you do the same for yourself?"
