Sade POV
Sadé stood in front of her full-length mirror, running her fingers through her soft curls. She had taken her braids out weeks ago, and now her natural hair framed her face in voluminous, defined ringlets that cascaded to the middle of her back. Her caramel skin glowed under the bedroom light, smooth and radiant, her hazel eyes bright with thought. She bit her lip, contemplating her outfit choices.
“Girl, stop overthinking it,” Tamara said, bouncing her baby on her hip as she sat on the edge of Sadé’s bed. “You’re going to dinner, not the Grammys.”
Sadé sighed, holding up two options. “Jeans and a sweater or—”
“Hell no,” Tamara cut in. “Wear that fitted sweater dress. You know, the cream one that hugs you just right? It’s casual but still gives what it needs to give.”
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