Amani Scott lives in Staten, Island aka Shaolin. She works at a fashion boutique while trying to get her fashion empire off the ground.
She comes into contact with the one and only Method Man. These two spark up a friendship that turns into somethin...
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amani how I start the weekend
AMANI
Amani threw on a white tank and some blue sweats with a oversized jacket to match going towards her live-in bathroom where she proceeded to do her hair and make up.
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Once she was finished Amani made her way over to her accessory cabinet grabbing small accessories to wear also her signature pair of shades.
"Amani sweetie breakfast is ready?" Her mother said while knocking on her bedroom door.
"Okay, give me a minute!" Amai yelled back.
She went and stood in front of her mirror making sure her outfit wasn't crooked or anything to that nature.
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Amani then walked out of her room heading down the flight of steps towards the dining room, as soon as she walked by her father he pager went off.
Her father gave her this stern look as she checked it.
"Whose paging you at this hour?" He stated.
"Just a friend!" She said before taking a seat.
"Mhmm tell those friends of yours to not call any time of the day, breakfast is family time same as dinner. Now that's been taken care of I would like for everyone to hear some good news." He said.
