𝑰𝒕'𝒔 𝒇𝒖𝒏 𝒕𝒐 𝒌𝒆𝒆𝒑 𝒔𝒆𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒕𝒔.. 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒏𝒐𝒕 if 𝒑𝒆𝒐𝒑𝒍𝒆 𝒈𝒆𝒕 𝒉𝒖𝒓𝒕 in 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒄𝒆𝒔𝒔...
Acadia pierce beloved soon to be wife, mother and daughter she held her head high with a importance so regal people always awed i...
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There was absolutely no doubt in the fact that I was exhausted as I noticed the faint bag's that were formed under my eyes but now concealed by my makeup, the sound of my name calling adverts my attention to my bedroom door being pushed open and in strides my daughter with her thumb in her mouth her small plush rhino in the other. A smile forms on my face and the sight of her she was beautiful and resembled her father in every way.
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"Momma you going to finish doing my hair now?" My daughter Paris questions with a sway of her hips. I nod my head smiling. "Go and get your hair bag then I'll start I'm sorry baby I know you've been waiting for me I got sidetracked."
Paris nods her head running off as quick as she came I pack away my makeup back into my bag and with a deep breath sink back into my plush seat looking at my self in my vanity once again knowing my makeup is concealing so much and this is all a facade. Paris runs back in holding her multicoloured bag full of hair utensils and various moisturisers. I turn to face her and sit her down in between my legs, I then part her hair into two and apply cantu into both sections before using the Denman brush to detangle and sleek her hair as best as it can. I finally tie her hair with her baby blue baubles sleek down her sideburns and stand her back up to look in the mirror.
At the age of 6 going on 7 in five months she was already highly intelligent and very observant something I've come to notice as she's gotten older with her being observant I could say she was just a tad bit nosy but as she grows up hopefully that'll go away and just be a trait, Paris was my heart in human form and I would do absolutely everything in my power to shield her from any type of harm.
She claps excitedly saying thank you and she stands up dancing she runs out of the room stomping down the stairs presumably going to show her grandmother her hair do.
I give my self a glance over in the vanity smoothing over the creases in my dress and any imperfections of my outfit I blow out a huff of frustration wrapping a braid that has falling out of my makeshift bun tightly back into my bun before heading downstairs to greet guests and to seem happy.
