Layla POV
It's my wedding day. Oh my gosh. It's here IM GETTING MARRIED.
Mom: WAKE UP BABY
I woke up happy I couldn't stop smiling. Than I seen my beautiful dress.
It was sparkling with diamonds. I get married in 5 hours.
Mom: ok Layla Amelie took Zaylee an Devon to get her hair done
Me:( laughs ) love to see how that worked out
Mom: right
Amelie POV
I swear Tristan bet not ever say Zaylee isn't his. They mouth is the same they both don't have a filter. When Zaylee was getting her hair done she was mad because she didn't like it. Devon was completely fine with her hair. So I called Tristan because Layla wasn't answering.
Tristan: what's up
Me: Zaylee doesn't like her hair
Tristan: ( laughs) tell her mom
Me: she isn't answering
Tristan: just get it how she wants it if it doesn't look right than she just gonna have to get the hair style her mom picked
Me: alright
Tristan: alright
I hung up an looked at Zaylee.
Zaylee: what my daddy say
Me: ( smiles ) whatever hair style you want
Zaylee: ( smiles ) I want two curly ponytails
Stylist: coming right up ( smiles )
Tristan POV
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The Second Generation ( An August Love Story )
Ficção AdolescenteAugust an Zoe aren't raising babies anymore. Their all grown up. More secret an drama coming there way. Sequel to " In Love With The Enemy ".