I'm Raising Royal Babies {ORIGINAL VERSION; BOOK 3}

Chapter 7: The Lass in the White Dress

Chapter 7: The Lass in the White Dress

Shadé

"Take that shit off, Shay" I heard Ezra calmly, yet sternly say behind me.

I didn't respond, I was too busy staring at myself in the mirror. Tonight was Vincent's birthday dinner so I had to dress up.

Although, Darrell now knows of my past with Vincent, he still insisted that we go out to his birthday dinner. I didn't want to see him, but because Darrell had two tickets to go, he felt that there was no point in just wasting them.

My dress was knee-length, an appropriate length for me since I didn't want anyone at the dinner to see the tattoos I had on my thighs. And no, they are not of something inappropriate. They were just Caine and Valencia's names in script, diagonally tatted on either thigh. I also have an infinite tattoo below the nape of my neck, but I was wearing my hair down, so it didn't matter. Anyway, the dress was also a long-sleeved halter top. And since my breasts were very small, it didn't look like I was trying to show off any cleavage.

I turned to the side and looked over my shoulder to see the backless part of the dress. My ass looked even rounder in this dress and I'm guessing that was what bothered Ezra because he knew old men would stare at me. Such an overprotective brother. He needs to understand that I'm not a child anymore.

"Why," I asked, smoothing the top of my head. My hair was straight, never have I ever worn my hair straight. I looked different from my usual self, and honestly, I didn't like it. I mean, it was long, to my waist, and had volume even in it's straightened state. But, I didn't like how different it made me look. I felt as if straight hair was taking away my African roots.

"You look like a hoe," Ezra exclaimed.

"I do not look like a hoe! Mama," I yelled, gesturing for our grandmother to help.

"She looks fine to me. Her dress isn't too long either," my grandmother said, bouncing Caine on her knee.

"That's cus Mama was a hoe too," Ezra said, incoherently.

I smacked his arm and sent him a heated glare. 'What', he mouthed as if he didn't just called out grandmother a use-to-be whore.

I rolled my eyes and turned to my grandmother.

"Thank you, Mama" I said with a smile. She was looking a bit healthier than normal, but her hair was beginning to thin.

I stepped over to where my grandmother and the babies were playing. Tori and Val were playing with Leggo blocks, in which I had to be cautious of where I was stepping. I hadn't even put on my heels yet because of these death blocks.

Caine was watching me intently as I approached them.

"Do you like mommy's new look," I asked, slightly bending over for him to touch my hair. His hand slowly stroked the silky strands of my hair. And his chubby face contorted into concern.

"Noooo," Valencia suddenly cried out.

"You don't like mommy's new look," I asked, turning to look at her.

"Noooo," she reiterated as she viciously shook her head from side to side. Her little body moved with her vigorous action.

"What about you, Tori," I asked, turning to my niece.

She smiled cheekily. "You look like mommy," she commented before laughing and touching my hair.

"Your mommy," I inquired.

She nodded. Ezra must have photos of Lisa, especially if Tori knows what her mother looks like. Nonetheless, I took her comment as a compliment.

"Thank you, baby," I said, kissing her forehead.