Jessica was the go-to for Margo's hair; Margo trusted her more than anyone (aside from her mom, but mostly it was Jess). She’d always ask—sometimes even beg—Jessica to do her hair, and while it could get on Jessica’s nerves, she always did it anyway.

Today, Margo was seated in front of Jessica, who held a hot comb, carefully working it through her hair.

"I'm getting my silk press!" Margo announced to her phone, smiling as she recorded. Suddenly, she ducked and covered a spot on her forehead. “Mama, dat burn—”

Jessica tapped her shoulder gently. "Be still, I ain't even touch yo scalp," she grumbled, rolling her eyes with a small smile.