Sunday morning- 01

It was Sunday morning, and everyone was getting ready for the service.

Today, Xandra decided to stand out, slipping into her golden star-printed midi skirt paired with a fitted white Serena shirt.

To complement her outfit, she chose a black silver necklace and exquisite Pipa Bela earrings—some of the most expensive in Europe.

With her golden high heels, she looked like an Egyptian goddess, radiating beauty, love, and strength.

Her fragrance—a blend of various floral notes—filled the air with a calm, enchanting scent that lingered, inviting curiosity about its source.

Her curly hair framed her Brazilian beauty, a gift from her mother.

She had a beautifully curved figure that made every outfit shine, whether it was casual wear, loungewear, cocktail attire, or business chic; everything looked flawless on her.

It was effortless;

her beauty was a magnificent creation,

a testament to the Almighty's artistry.

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"Xandra, let's go! We're late!" her mother called, packing her Bible and glasses.

"Oh, come on, Mum! I'm just finishing my makeup!

"I'll be ready before you even reach the door!" Xandra replied,

She said, pressing her lips together as she checked her reflection to see if her lipstick was applied perfectly.

"Where are the keys?" she muttered to herself, rummaging through her dressing table.

"Wait, did I—"

Suddenly, she heard a horn blaring outside.

"Beep beep! Peeeep!"

"Muuuuum!" she sighed, doing a last-minute check before heading out.

"We're not even late; she just wants to sit up front to see the pastor preach."

"Hallelujah!"

"Praaaise God!" she mimicked her pastor dramatically, chuckling at herself.

"Hahaha! Jeezy!" she murmured, shaking her head at her own antics.

"poor Xandra" she thought in disappointment

"I'm coming!" she called out as she finally left her room.