“Exactly! My dream job!”
Nubia fell out laughing before saying, “Lexi, I can’t take you serious.”
“I’m for real, girl. You know the funny thing, though? The day Savvy called out my bullshit and said that, it gave me the idea. It hit me like, damn, I really can make a living off being a fly ass bitch. I already started copping outfits to record my hauls, and I redecorated my room. My money is tight, but I’m not going to ask Pierre for help. I want to do it myself.”
“I’m about to cry,” Savvy gushed, fanning her face. “I know it seems small now, but you’re going to be so proud of yourself later. Do I get a thanks for the idea?”
“Hell no, after you read me for filth! We’re past it, but I’m not thanking your ass.”
“Would you thank me if I suggest to Relic letting you style the team for their concert?”
“Do I get paid?”
“Of course.”
“I love you, girl. Thank you so much!” Lexi laid it on thick, hugging Savvy as they laughed. “We need a picture with all of us, so I can remember the day I got my first gig as a fashion stylist. Oh, excuse me!”
Kennedy hid behind her hand when Lexi waved over a random red head who was moseying past. The woman’s stride slowed before she peered over, causing Kennedy to awe at herfreckled face, brows matching a sleek ponytail, and green eyes surrounded by distinct features that were a dead giveaway. It stunned Kennedy realizing the woman was black.
“Babe, you are so pretty. Can you do us a favor?” Lexi asked her, getting right to the point since a cute face didn’t impress her. She saw one in the mirror every day. “Could you take a picture of us?”
“Of course.”
The modelesque figured red head traipsed over, and Lexi passed her the phone before smoothing a hand across her skintight pleated dress clinging to her new breasts and tapered waistline. She was grateful Promise hadn’t ruined her coke bottle shape.
Kennedy moved in next to her girls, lining up to pose like the baddies they were before they took another with their arms linked. As much as Kennedy kept them out of her business and at a distance because she feared opening up to anyone; she considered those finicky ass bitches her friends.
“You all look so beautiful,” their mock photographer lauded. “Are you new members?”
“We’re just visiting for the day. I’m sure it’s our first and last time, though. The host wasn’t welcoming at all,” Kennedy explained.
“My first time was the same, and my husband made me join for that reason. He said if they didn’t like me here, then I should stay and make their asses uncomfortable on their turf.”
“You know what, I like the way your husband thinks. I’m Kennedy.”
“Abiza.”
“Uhm, excuse me. I’m Savvy, and I have a question. Do you know how to golf, or you just come to look cute?”
Abiza laughed before answering, “My husband is still teaching me the ropes, but I can show you all the basics. I havea little time before he’s calling to see why I’m not on the way home.”
“Let’s do it then.”
The ladies scrambled to grab their golf bags from the cart and proceeded to their first tee box. Abiza stuck a tee in the ground, placed a ball on top, and began instructing them on their stance, grip, and alignment before taking a swing that hit the ball a decent distance away. She made it look so easy that Kennedy tried second but missed the ball three times before finally hitting it a few feet away. Nubia went after her, then Lexi, and Savvy last. Every single one of them sucked the same.
“So, what do you girls do?” Abiza asked, cracking up when Savvy swung her club so hard it flew from her grip, making her gasp before she ran after it.
“Butterfingers there is a freelance accountant. She also owns a restaurant. I co-own and manage a hair salon. Big bootie there, is an esthetician and manager as well. Our fly girl is an aspiring fashion stylist. She just booked her first clients next weekend for a concert.”
“Oh, wow. You’re all so young and accomplished. We need more black women here like you to piss them off.”
“Okay!” Lexi exclaimed with a point at Abiza. “I like you, honey. What do you do, and how old are you, if you don’t mind me asking?”
“Thirty-five, and I’m an attorney.”
“What?!” Nubia gawked. “Not you hyping us up, and you’re getting to a big bag. Y’all know Toot wants to be an attorney. What’s your field?”
“I’m a contract attorney. I’m hired by companies on a project basis to draft and negotiate their contracts. I ensure the clarity and legality of them. In some cases, I settle their disputes if issues or breaches arise.”
