Detroit. •b.t.• (Completed)

49

Lets see how this shit play out🙄

-

Sage

"Why do dresses have to be so constricting? I. Can't. Breathe."

"Suck it in, girl. You got it."

"How do you expect me to suck in a watermelon?"

Keisha sighed. "New dress it is" She walked over to my closet and rummaged through my things.

"I like dressing you up, but you complain too much, Sage. Damn"

"Well, I'm sorry if my discomfort bothers you. How selfish of me."

"Atleast you know it" She mumbled and pulled out a dress that I didn't even know I had.

"Oh, be quiet"

"What are you doing with a $3,000 dress just hanging in your closet, collecting dust?"

"Three thousand?" I questioned. "That's a waste of money"

Keisha made sure that I saw her roll her eyes before she set the dress down on the bed.

"Yeah, this is the one you're wearing"

I groaned dramatically. "Keisha"

"Hold your arms up so I can undress you, you little black barbie"

-
I sat down on the couch and watched Daniel run into the room.

He looked adorable in his little baby suit.

"Sage!" He called and stalked towards me.

I smoothed out my dress and gave him a high five.

He gave me another high five before attempting to climb on the couch.

"Sage?"

I lifted him up onto the couch and fixed his dress pants so that his pamper wasn't showing.

He turned and gave me a mean mug before undoing what I just did.

"You're so mean to me" I laughed.

My father walked into the living room, and he easily outdressed the both of us.

"Where's Bryson?"

"I don't know, I didn't invite him"

I was going to, but he wanted nothing to do with me.

I don't think that he loves me anymore, but I won't bring it up though because I didn't want to be faced with the truth.

The cold hard truth.

When we arrived at the banquet, my father, Daniel, and I were separated.

Camilla was supposed to come too, but Serenity got jealous and Camilla just suggested that she stayed home.

I was seated at a table with other people from GM's teenagers.

The only people that I recognized were Genevieve and Grayson.

I felt everyone's eyes on me, and it made me uncomfortable.

"How does a millionaire go out and let his daughter get pregnant?" I heard somebody mumble.

I simply ignored the comment altogether and looked down at my menu.

Did I want ice cream?

The baby kicked me lightly, and I grinned.

Sometimes, I felt like he had tapped into my thoughts because he had always seemed to be answering at the right time.

A few waiters and waitresses came toward our table. A waitress approached me. "What would you like, Miss Wyatt?"