Continued...The brunette's laughter had quickly turned to irritation when she realized she'd have to find something to wear that would blow the blonde away. But she kept in mind that she still had to maintain her effortless, causal aesthetic. Robyn spent the hours after the call stressing over exactly that. Her room was an absolute wreck by the time she settled on an outfit. But she definitely made sure to straighten back up, because she planned to find some way to get the woman alone later.
Her finished outfit consisted of a grey hoodie and skirt set that she'd pridefully designed on her own. She paired it with some matching grey, T-shaped heels. The look was completed with gold hoop earrings and a sparkling anklet.
It wasn't often that Robyn wore heels, even though she considered herself a stem. They just weren't all that practical for school 90 percent of the time. She'd tried wearing them there once, and ended up having to run barefoot to each of her classes in the short ass passing periods. She mostly stuck to her studly attire after that. But today, she would bust them out just for her baby.
(Picture her with her locs still; or don't 🤷🏽♀️)
As she was finished putting the last shoe box up, the chime of the doorbell rang through the house. She raced down the steps to answer it, not at all caring if she busted her ass or not.
"I got it!" She shouted to the rest of the household.
The warning came a little too late though, as her poor brother was bulldozed into the coffee table in her rush to get to the door.
"Hey beh-, gotdamn. Who yuh tryn ta impress, Mamí?" Robyn groaned out at the sight of the gorgeous goddess standing on her porch.
The woman somehow managed to look completely different from when they'd spoke on the phone earlier, but Robyn didn't mind one bit.
She was dressed in a burnt orange sweater with a low neckline, matched with a tan, floral skirt. Her hair was pulled up in a curly ponytail that flowed well passed her shoulders. Robyn's gaze trailed over the blonde's backside as she stepped inside the house, and she had to send a quick prayer to up to keep her from passing out tonight.
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عاطفيةIf you'd have told Robyn that she'd be head over heels for a 31 year old, married woman, she'd have laughed dead in your face. And probably cut you off while she was at it. That is, until she saw Beyoncé; the irresistible caramel goddess that just s...