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Fenty Point of View
Solange's all white affair was an event, sort of like an after party. She had earned her first museum exhibit for one of her architectural works in Norway, so she felt that it was right to celebrate at home with friends and family, then celebrate in Norway with all of her associates and business partners.
Undeniably, this event was really important to her. She invited everyone who was near and dear to her heart, but when it came to inviting Beyoncé or myself, she had been conflicted.
Solange and I eventually came around to having an actual conversation about everything that went down. She told me that she felt so guilty for even thinking that we were going to be okay with seeing each other again. She hoped that her sister wouldn't even acknowledge me, vice versa. She begged me to forgive her and hoped that things would remain cordial between us. I had no idea why she had even apologized, it's not like she sic'd her on me.
She knew how much I didn't fuck with Beyoncé, though. Well, at least she knows now. Though I loved visiting Tina, I decided to stay inside of the car while Tina and Solange comforted Beyoncé.
Beyoncé had been a really important person to her as of lately, and so was I. She couldn't figure out how to possibly make this work since we weren't so fond of each other. I let her know that everything was fine and she could even invite us both. I'd just remain as far away as possible.
I might've told her that I'd attend if I could bring a date. It was messy, but I really wanted to show Solána that I was over Beyoncé. I visioned myself greeting Beyoncé with a hand shake, introducing her to Solána, then going about my business, solely giving attention to Solána.
Though Solána and I hadn't talked in weeks, she surprisingly agreed to go to Solange's event with me (via text). I apologized and stuff and told her that I've just been out of it for a while and she completely understood. I think it's crazy how we didn't really talk much about the situation. She just forgave me and started sending me TikTok videos again.
Standing outside of my car, I held a bouquet of assorted flowers that I happened to see while last minute shopping for my outfit at San Marcos. I hated going out there, but I'm pretty sure Solange's company are extremely fancy and fashionable. They better be, I probably spent close to a band on my whole outfit.
I had been inside of the oddly empty parking garage, waiting for Solána's big outfit reveal. We talked a bit about what Solána wanted to wear a few days prior. She thought about wearing a sun dress, but quickly changed her mind. She insisted on surprising me instead, she wanted to show me that she could wear anything other than jorts and crocs (which I didn't mind).
