That last Sunday at Crowned and Covered? It’s not just the end of a chapter—it’s a whole rebirth. And Desi? Baby, she’s walking straight into hers with her head high and heart wide open.

When she settles into that salon chair, it’s more than a makeover—it’s a moment. A declaration. Desi isn’t performing or shrinking. She’s not trying to be understood. She’s showing up in her fullness, owning every inch of the woman she’s become.

What touched me wasn’t just her strength—it was her clarity. That quiet but powerful choice to center herself. To stop bending for the comfort of others and finally expand into joy that’s hers alone. There’s something sacred about that. Something free.

Netra Antoinette did that. She didn’t just write characters—she breathed life into them. Every story in this series holds something special: raw truth, tender healing, and that unshakable magic Black women carry so effortlessly. The writing? Beautiful. The emotion? Right there, every time.

Yes, these are short stories—but don’t get it twisted. They pack depth. I found myself wishing I could stay with each woman longer. Desi especially—I need to know what life looks like after she chooses her truth over tradition.

The Sunday Crown Series isn’t just a good read—it’s a five-star experience. Period. And anybody who says otherwise... well, I don’t know what book/series they read, but it wasn’t this one.

This series reminded me that our stories matter. That our softness and our power can exist in the same breath. That we don’t owe anyone an explanation for living fully and freely.

“I was no longer the woman trying to explain her choices. I was the woman living them.”- I truly felt this because I used to bend and stretch to be what others want and not honor me and now I chose me first every time!