Eye Candy
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“My boo is over there talking to his friends. I can’t wait to see what he got me for my birthday.”
“Probably a new BMW,” Kennedi joked.
“All I want to know is how can I find me a baller’s son?” Lauren said.
“Try saying crack is whack and you might be able to,” Kennedi replied.
Lauren looked insulted. “I don’t do crack.”
“Oh, sorry.” Kennedi shrugged and rolled her eyes. “Ecstasy, dope?”
I finally decided to step in. “Hey, you two don’t start. This is all about me today.”
Kennedi laughed and bumped me, almost making me spill my drink. “Girl, when is it not all about you?”
Before I could answer, Sheridan bounced into the VIP area. “Hey, Maya,” she said. “Come on, the producers are waiting on you.”
Kennedi cut her eyes. “Is Maya the only one you see?”
Sheridan stopped, looked at her, looked around, then turned to Kennedi and said, “Yep.” She took my hand and tried to lead me off. “Come on, girl.”
I could see Kennedi about to get worked up.
“Chill,” I mumbled. The last thing I wanted was any drama at my party. “I’ll be right back. Go get a drink. You know my mom is watching the punch like a hawk but I think Carl and his crew have some of the good stuff in the back.” I could tell the way Kennedi’s nostrils were flaring that she wanted to say something else. But she let it slide.
“Good stuff? I’m coming with you,” Lauren threw in.
“I don’t know how you can keep being friends with them,” Sheridan said as we headed to the back.
I stopped to face her. “Okay, I’m going to tell you like I told them. Today is all about me. I’m not trying to do the drama, ya feel me?”
“Fine, fine, fine,” Sheridan said as she draped her arm through mine and giggled. “Girl, this party is sooo tight!”
I was glad she let it drop as we walked into the back room where they were shooting some scenes from the season finale of Miami Divas. The show had done well in our first year on the air. We’d been one of the TV station’s highest rated shows.
“If it isn’t the fabulous Maya Morgan,” Bali said as I walked over to where he and the others stood in a small circle waiting on direction from the producer. Bali was the flamboyant one of the group and today was no exception. He was Versace’d down—from the silk shirt to the skinny jeans. And his Louboutins were badder than mine.
“You know I’m sick over the shoes,” I told him as we air-kissed.
He stuck his foot out and wiggled it. “Eat your heart out, honey. One of a kind.” He leaned in closer. “But, missy, I need to talk to you about your guest list.”
“What are you talking about?”
“Ummm, yeah, the two Pillsbury Dough girls that have been following me around the party.”
I laughed. I knew exactly who he was talking about. “You mean Nina and Tina.”
“Nina and Tina, Bina and Kina, whatever. Their names need to be Krispy and Kreme because they look like some fluffy glazed donuts.”
“Boy, stop.” I laughed.
“Unh-unh. Just a hot mess.” He shook his head in disgust.
“Believe me, if I could’ve left them off, I would have. But they’re my cousins.”
“Ugh, don’t tell anyone else that,” Evian added.
“Yeah, you need to get your fam off the buffet table,” Shay threw in.
I laughed. Leave it to my crew. You couldn’t even tell just 24 hours ago, we were arguing like crazy because they didn’t like the idea of filming the season finale at my party because as Shay said, “This show ain’t about her.” But as we always did, we’d worked through our differences. That’s because we were a team, in this thing together. And I wouldn’t have it any other way!
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