“Wait, minute nie, Troi I see why my big baby stuck in your skin. How you making it jump like that?”
“It’s all in the legs, Mumma Lay... like this, look.” Troi popped her ass to the beat, and they fell out laughing as Layla and Kamilla tried to mimic it.
Their room was in a riot, sounding like a house party as they all tried to out dance each other. The fun was interrupted by Yanna’s phone ringing. Out of breath, she jogged to her phone and lifted it to see that it was her mom calling.
“Hey, Ma!” Yanna greeted excitedly.
“Hey, Jaiyanna, do you feel like doing me a favor?”
“Yea, what you need?”
“I ordered me some food through Uber Eats because I didn’t like anything the hotel had on their menu. It’ll take me a while to get down there.” It was taking Janis a little longer than normal to recover from her surgery due to years of alcoholism. She could walk short distances, but it took a lot out of her to walk further.
“Uber Eats is downstairs now?”
“It says he’s pulling up in two minutes.”
“Okay, I’ll go down and get it.” Yanna hung up with her mother and placed her feet into her sneakers.
“My sister?” Kamilla asked.
“Yea, you know she picky, so she ordered food instead of eating from downstairs. I’m going down to meet her Uber Eats driver.”
“Oh, okay.”
“I’ll be right back,” Yanna declared before exiting the hotel suite.
Stepping into the hotel lobby, Yanna looked around trying to locate the person who looked like they were delivering food. Finally, her eyes landed on a guy with bags of food in his hand, also looking like he was searching for someone.
“Is that an order for Janis?” She asked the older gentleman.
“Uh, yes, it is.”
Yanna chuckled at the three large bags from Cheddar’s. Since her surgery and quitting drinking, Janis’ body had been functioning better, thus giving her a larger appetite. She was sure her mother had at least two main courses, appetizers and desserts. As she was attempting to grab all the bags and the two different drinks, her attention was drawn to a familiar voice somewhere behind her.
“No, baby, it’s fine. I don’t want to go in there and make things awkward. I’m perfectly fine here by myself, though I’d rather be where you are… me too, and I can’t wait to see you in that tux tomorrow.”
Zahra.
The sound of the girl’s voice instantly gave Yanna the urge to vomit. She could see right through the forced sweetness and sugary tone she spoke with. Perhaps, making her even more nauseated was the fact that she could tell the girl was talking to Kas. Yanna wanted to say she was surprised that Kas would be dealing with Zahra, but she wasn’t. She couldn’t blame him. She’d fucked up and sent him seeking companionship with someone else, and she only had herself to be angry at. Securing all of her mother’s items in her hand, she turned around and was met with a contemptuous glare from Zahra.
“No, I’m not going far. Stop worrying about me. I’m just sitting out front to catch some fresh air, I’ll be fine.” Zahra spoke on the phone a little louder than necessary. Locking eyes with Yanna, she tossed her a sly smirk.
Yanna chortled to herself, a subtle reminder to hold her head. She was in her healing era and all that, but she wasn’t above hitting Zahra with a quick two-piece simply for trying to be funny. Deciding she wasn’t going to give Zahra the satisfaction, she shook her head and headed back to the elevator bank. After getting her mother’s smorgasbord set up for her, Yanna made her way back to the suite. The ladies were still having a ball, but Troi caught the despondent look on Yanna’s face and turned down the music.
“What’s wrong with you, boo?”
“Nothing, I’m just thinking. I saw J.Lo’s voice double downstairs in the lobby.”
“Oh, Zahra.” Troi answered, and Yanna didn’t miss how Layla suddenly looked uncomfortable.
“Yea, her. I thought after the situation that happened at the house, and realizing she didn’t have a lick of talent, that Onyx dropped her from the label. He still extended her an invite to the wedding?”
“Well, um, he did drop her, she’s not WCMG?—”
“Even though she trying real hard to change that.” Layla interrupted.
“Yea, she’s persistent as hell. But she uh, she wasn’t invited to the wedding, she’s more like a plus one.”
