Y/N and Michael have known each other since 1996 when they were just five years old and as they grew up together they were inseparable. They eventually graduated high school and chose two different paths. Y/N went away to Spelman college in Atlanta...
My flight just landed as I was in LAX's baggage claim getting my suit case. I walked throughout the crowd of people who was either trying to get to their flight, leaving from their flight and heading to baggage claim. My phone begun to ring as I seen my Fifteen year old sister Laila calling me.
I answered and placed the phone to my ear. "Hey Laila" I answered. "I'm out in the front" She said as I was confused. "Momma let you drive?" I questioned. "Yes" she answered excitedly "oh lord" I expressed as I headed out of the airport and seen my mothers SUV. Laila immediately got out running towards me as I giggled hugging her.
"Hi baby" I said excitedly as she giggled hugging me "Hey" She said. "Yo guess what?" She said excitedly as I giggled "What?" I questioned looking down at her. "I got my dress for my sweet sixteen" She said excitedly. "Yeah you have to put it on when we get back to the house so I can see it" I reminded as we walked to the car and my mother got out the passengers seat hugging me. "Hi baby" She expressed hugging me tightly as I smiled hugging her back. I missed her warm embrace and just being under my mother, I loved her so much!
"Hey mommy" I said as she smiled and pulled back looking at me. "I missed you" She admitted about to start crying as I poked out my bottom lip. "Don't start before you make me cry" I expressed as she kissed my cheek and we got into the black Tahoe SUV, I decided to drive back to my mothers house.
"Why is there so many people parked on the street?! Who in the neighborhood?" I questioned. "Some celebrity just moved in so that's why" my mother expressed. My mother was a fashion stylist/ designer and was very popular when it came to celebrities and what they would wear on their red carpet or events. She work as a seamstress and designed things here and there when I was younger and when she was still with my dad.
My parents divorced when I was like eleven and he left my mother with Laila and I which caused her to struggle in the expensive ass state of California. So my mother picked up a trade as a medical assistant and would design dresses and clothes as a side hustle from her original job to keep a roof over our heads. When I went to prom she designed my dress and it made it onto social media and since then everything has been history.
She met a guy who invested into her. She ended up getting her own shop in Beverly Hills along with her own building where she does consultations, dress fittings and she designs her dresses at. Along with all of this she's finally got back into dating so I was happy for her. Not only was she making six, seven figures but she also has a guy she's been dating for a couple of years now.
I turned into the drive way of her house and parked the SUV.
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"Where the hell Rashawn at?" I questioned looking for my older brother as my mother laughed. "He with his "Girlfriend"" Laila air quoted. "Why you say it like that?" I asked her in a small laugh. "I don't like the bitch" my mother bluntly said making me laugh. I was about to hand her, her house keys to unlock the door but she told me to unlock the door as she was getting something out of her purse.
