Time to Shine

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by Nikki Carter




  Also by Nikki Carter

  STEP TO THIS

  IT IS WHAT IT IS

  IT’S ALL GOOD

  COOL LIKE THAT

  NOT A GOOD LOOK

  ALL THE WRONG MOVES

  DOING MY OWN THING

  ON THE FLIP SIDE

  Published by Kensington Publishing Corporation

  Time to Shine

  A Fab Life Novel

  NIKKI CARTER

  Dafina KTeen Books

  KENSINGTON PUBLISHING CORP.

  http://www.kensingtonbooks.com

  All copyrighted material within is Attributor Protected.

  Table of Contents

  Also by

  Title Page

  Acknowledgments

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  2

  3

  4

  5

  6

  7

  8

  9

  10

  11

  12

  13

  14

  15

  16

  17

  18

  19

  20

  21

  22

  23

  24

  25

  TIME TO SHINE

  Discussion Questions

  Teaser chapter

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  Copyright Page

  Acknowledgments

  Hey everybody! I hope y’all enjoy Sunday’s new adventure, ’cause I sure had a blast writing it. I want to thank everyone who helped make it possible! God, my hubby, Brent (Crock-Pot chef—yeah!), my babies (Briana, Brittany, Brynn, Brent II, Brooke), and the entire team at Kensington Books (especially Mercedes)!

  I’m blessed to have some ride-or-die friends like Sunday has, so I have to shout them out! Shawana, Lil’ Robin, Lee-Lee, Tippy T, Dee, and Rhonda—love y’all to a million little pieces!

  I want to thank my Twitter crew, Boss Tionna Smalls, Brittany Howard, Nikki Turner, Jaelyn, and Jasmine’s World. Thanks for the retweets, ladies!

  To all of my readers, and to every teacher and librarian who recommends my books: Thank you!

  Enjoy....

  1

  “Sunday Tolliver! Are you on your way to Mystique and Zillionaire’s wedding?”

  The paparazzo catches me off guard by jumping from behind a building as I exit my parked car in front of Mt. Pleasant Baptist Church in downtown Atlanta. Really? This bird is hiding at four o’clock in the morning trying to get the scoop? I mean who is checking for Mystique wedding details at four in the morning? And anyway this is not the location for Mystique’s wedding. It’s actually one of the decoy spots. I will be picked up by another car to take me to the final location.

  “I’m on my way into this church,” I say.

  The annoyed almost-reporter cocks her head to one side and sucks her teeth. She looks like she doesn’t know whether or not to believe me. I certainly don’t look like I’m going to a wedding. I’m wearing sweatpants, and my hair is in a loose bun on the top of my head. But there’s a full wardrobe and makeup crew at the real venue, so I don’t have to worry about looking glam right now.

  “You’re one of her bridesmaids, aren’t you?” the reporter girl asks.

  I lean in closely and whisper, “I’ll never tell.”

  The frustrated reporter rolls her eyes again and storms off, perhaps looking for someone more willing to spill their guts about the so-called wedding of the year.

  I won’t share the details because, as a pop star myself, I don’t like my business in the streets (or on the Internet) either.

  I stride away from the irritated blogger chick. She can be camped out here for the next few hours and she won’t be any closer to the truth than she is now. The plan is for members of the wedding party to be picked up by shuttle bus at four-thirty in the morning. Then we will be taken to the top-secret wedding location. The wedding party doesn’t even know where it is.

  I can’t believe Mystique was able to pull off something this complex when she and Zac (Zillionaire) only decided to get married a few weeks ago. News of Zac’s love child hit the blogs and the next thing you know those two are going to the chapel, getting married.

  When she asked me to be her maid of honor, I was kind of shocked. It’s not like we’re really close or anything like that. She gave me my first record deal and basically introduced me to the world as her protégée, but something happened in these past few months. All of a sudden she got competitive, and did a couple of things that could be construed as hateration.

  I duck into the church and hand my car keys to a security guy standing at the door. He will be in charge of driving my car from the church to another parking area—not where the wedding will be held—but another fake location to throw off the paparazzi. Yeah, it’s super cloak and dagger up in this piece.

  Then I see him.

  The new ex-boyfriend of mine. Sam.

  Ugh.

  Like, can I ask a side bar question? Why do boys have to lie all the time? Sam told me that he didn’t hook up with Rielle on prom night, and that was a big, fat, gigantic lie. He says he only lied because he didn’t think I’d be his girlfriend if I knew, and he’s probably right. I would’ve soooo kept it moving. But now, I really like (almost kind of love) Sam and he’s hurt me.

  Maybe I would’ve believed that he was all done with Rielle after prom, but apparently he’s still dealing with her. He even bought her a laptop! Do I care that he did it because she’s poor and her grandmother heard that he got a million-plus-dollar check? Um, no. We do not do good deeds for side pieces.

  And why is he smiling at me? Ugh. I can’t stand him.

  He’s Zac’s best man, for some ridiculous reason. They aren’t even friends. At all. Sam is his employee. Zac and Mystique are probably trying to orchestrate a reunion or some stupidity like that. But I don’t care. Not trying to hear that.

  Sam crosses the church sanctuary to where I’m standing in the back. He’s still smiling like an idiot. I roll my eyes.

  “So, they’re sending a car for us,” he says. “It should be here soon.”

  I give him a tight nod and start playing with my iPhone. I make a huge production out of putting my earbuds in, so he can tell that I’m listening to my music.

  I wish my girls Gia, Piper, and Meagan were here with me. They didn’t rank high enough on the celebrity list to get an invite to Mystique’s wedding. They’re not celebrities at all—they’re my friends from Spelman. Gia is my roommate.

  Mystique told me that I could invite one of them as my guest since I don’t have a date, but I decided against it. The two I didn’t invite would inevitably be mad at me, and I’m anti-drama right now.

  So, I invited DeShawn. He’s a hottie who goes to Georgia State and plays on the football team with Gia’s boyfriend, Ricky. DeShawn also models and was in one of my music videos. He’s cool, he’s a friend, and he flirts with me. It doesn’t matter that I’m not in the boyfriend type mood. Having DeShawn with me at the wedding will, at least, keep Sam out of my face. I hope.

  The wedding guests have to park their cars at a different location, and then they’ll be driven to the top-secret wedding location by another shuttle bus. Mystique has sold exclusive rights to her wedding photos to People magazine, so it’s, like, imperative that nobody take any pictures—paparazzi or guests. They’re even hijacking people’s cell phones at the door.

  It’s that serious.

  After a few minutes, I hear another car pull up outside the church. Sam and I are given dark jackets and baseball caps to put on, as we exit the back of the building. We look like some ghetto spies.

  Once we’re in the car, I notice that the driver is one of Z
ac’s security guys. He drives us through Atlanta to a beautiful castle on Peachtree, called Rhodes Hall.

  “I can’t believe they’re getting married here. Right in the middle of everything!” I exclaim to no one in particular.

  Sam replies, “This is the perfect location. No one would even suspect that they were getting married this close to downtown Atlanta.”

  I narrow my eyes in Sam’s direction. I was not talking to him. Okay . . . so I know there are only two other people in the car besides me, and since I don’t know the driver, it’s pretty logical for Sam to assume that I’m talking to him.

  But, since he also knows that I can’t stand his guts right now, he shouldn’t assume anything.

  We’re dropped off at the back gate of the castle, but since it’s still dark outside no one can see us. Amazingly, there are no paparazzi hiding here. Maybe, it’s because we took a roundabout way to get here. The church where we got picked up from is like ten minutes from the actual venue, but it took us forty minutes to get here.

  When Sam and I walk into the building . . . wait. I do not like “Sam and I” put together in one sentence. That is so . . . ugh!

  When I walk into the building (we don’t care what Sam is doing) I see Mystique barking out orders like the Bridezilla from the pits of Hades.

  “Mother, please tell me that my veil is here. The custom-made diamond-encrusted veil that cost three million dollars to produce is here, right? Because if it’s not here, someone’s head is gonna roll.”

  Ms. Layla, Mystique’s mom, puts a hand on her daughter’s back. It’s a calming move, but it doesn’t seem like it works.

  “Honey, the veil is here. I just unpacked it. It is with Zac’s security team now. Try to stay calm. You don’t want to look frazzled in your wedding photos.”

  “Okay, mother . . . I’m trying. I’m really trying. Where’s Sunday? Is she here yet?”

  “Present and accounted for,” I say from the back of the room.

  Mystique flies back to greet me and embraces me with a bear hug. Who is this? I’m afraid I have not met this emotional and affectionate person masquerading as Mystique.

  “Sunday, I’m so glad you’re here. I can’t have anything else going wrong.”

  “I’m here too,” Sam says.

  Mystique smiles at Sam and then says to me, “Sunday . . . can you please, please be nice to Sam today? I want you smiling in my pictures.”

  I reply through clenched teeth. “I’ll try.”

  Mystique seems to accept my reply. I’m glad because it’s the best I can do. She rushes off to fuss at the florist, who apparently has brought an incorrect flower.

  “Does this look like a calla lily?” Mystique asks in a high pitched roar.

  I take a seat and wait for someone to tell me what to do. I don’t want to get in Mystique’s path. Not today.

  I know that if I ever get married (and that is so not in the plans any time soon), I don’t want it to be like this.

  2

  By the time the wedding begins, this castle is jam-packed with everyone who’s anyone in the music industry. From my post on the upstairs balcony landing, I can see people as they arrive. I can barely move since I’m poured into this form fitting rose colored gown. It’s a good thing I didn’t eat that pizza last night, because my stomach bulge would definitely show! I can also still hear Mystique’s insane barking of orders, but I got into hair, makeup, and my dress over an hour ago, just so I could stay out of her way.

  I watch as the entire Reign Records crew shows up in a Hummer limo. Leave it to Evan Wilborn to make a spectacle of himself on someone else’s big day. He steps out of the car and helps my cousin, Dreya, out of the car. They are both wearing white, from head to toe. Dreya’s dress is floor length, fitted, and covered in something sparkly. She’s also got on jewel-encrusted shoes. She’s traded in her usual spiky hairdo, for a long flowing wig that’s pinned up on one side.

  She looks nothing like Drama the R & B-slash-rap star. She looks like a Hollywood starlet on her way to a red carpet event. It is a good look for her.

  Other Reign Records artists, Bethany and Dilly, also emerge from the limo, also wearing white. Big D, my manager and one of the head honchos of Reign Records and his girlfriend, Shelly, get out on the other side of the car, and they all have on white. Big D has really outdone himself with a white top hat and cane, with his plus-sized white suit, and Shelly’s barely there dress stops right underneath her bottom. She covers the rest of her legs with fishnet stockings and thigh-high leather boots. All three of the ladies are wearing fur, since it is wintertime, and cold as all get out in Atlanta.

  They all look out of pocket with this white on, like it’s a summer wedding. Reign Records is tripping right now. Isn’t there a rule about wearing white after Labor Day? I don’t think it’s allowed. And everybody knows that you don’t wear white to someone’s wedding. I don’t think anyone told Evan or anyone else from Reign Records.

  The flashiest accessory to their entire ensembles is the Reign Records medallion that everyone wears around their necks. My hand absentmindedly touches my neck, where my medallion would be if I was wearing it. For some reason, I can’t bring myself to buy into the whole “family” thing that Evan has envisioned for his record label. We might all be label mates, but the bottom line is we’re all competition. Dreya isn’t fooling me one bit with this unity act, especially when it comes to Bethany, who she pretty much hates for hooking up with her ex-boyfriend.

  The only people in the limo not wearing all white are my mom, Shawn, and my aunt Charlie, Dreya’s mom. My mother is wearing a very elegant, long-sleeved, navy-blue gown that I bought her, with shoes to match. Aunt Charlie has on a skin-tight red suit with red stockings and gold shoes. I shake my head at the sight of her. Who wears red to a wedding? But nobody can check Aunt Charlie’s style without hearing a mouthful of holleration. Since I don’t feel like hearing her mouth, I will keep mum on the subject of her outfit.

  I smile when I see DeShawn get dropped off by the valet at the front door of the castle. He was surprised when I asked him to be my date for the wedding, and of course he said yes. Number one, he’s been trying to get with me for a minute, and two, he’s a model, always looking to network and land a gig. Along with his football scholarship at Georgia State, he models to pay his bills. I am not mad at him for that.

  I asked DeShawn to be my date, so that in no uncertain terms can Sam understand that I am no longer his girlfriend. Sam started out being someone I totally vibed with on every level. Our music was perfect, he got me and I got him too. We had a little drama in the very beginning, when another rapper, this guy named Truth, was trying to push up on me too. I thought that once we made it past all that, we would be together forever.

  Then, I found out a whole string of lies that he told me, starting with him getting high on drugs at a party and hooking up with a groupie. But that wasn’t even the worst thing! When I learned that he was basically caking this girl named Rielle, buying her computers and who knows what else, I was done. Sam’s lies are beyond the level of acceptable, so he’s been kicked to the curb.

  I can’t say that it doesn’t hurt me. It hurts like crazy. He’s the first guy I ever let myself fall all the way for, and I’m the type of chick who doesn’t fall easily. I let him in, with his music and his witticism, and he paid me back with a bunch of lies. So, now I have a new mantra. Love is for suckas.

  I’m about to get mine, money and career wise, and let all romance come second, if at all. Matter of fact, I don’t even need romance. Who needs boys when they don’t do anything but tell lies? Even DeShawn, as cool and as fine as he is, is suspect as well.

  It sucks that the rest of my friends can’t be here to offer their support. My crazy roommate Gia would know exactly what to say to make me laugh in spite of how insane this all feels. Piper and Meagan would be a distraction with all their bickering about the sorority they plan to join and the husbands they plan to land before they graduate from sc
hool. But of course, they were not invited to Mystique’s wedding, because they’re not industry people. My world is divided between the music industry and my college crew. Sometimes the two groups mix, and sometimes, like today, they do not.

  Music starts in the main room of the castle, a signal to everyone that this show is about to be on the road. Ms. Layla steps out onto the landing, looking regal in her silver two-piece gown with a knee-high split. She is fly for an older woman. She winks over at me as she holds the arms of her escorts, two of Zac the Zillionaire’s artists.

  I wink back at her and smile. People can say what they want about Ms. Layla, but she’s always got Mystique’s back like one thousand percent. She reminds me of how my mother holds it down for me.

  As soon as Ms. Layla heard about Zac’s love child, she sprang into action and started orchestrating a fix to the messy situation. It was all over the blogs, leaked to them by a secret source. Anyway, Zac wanted to rectify his bad deeds by proposing to Mystique. While he didn’t confirm or deny any of the rumors, he definitely proved his love for her. And at the end of the day, that was the only thing that really mattered to Mystique.

  Sam steps out on the landing and holds his arm out to me, since we’re to descend the spiral staircase together as best man and maid of honor. I take in a deep breath and let it out slowly. I know that this is Mystique’s idea of playing peacemaker and getting me and Sam back together, but it will be a miserable, epic fail.

  He whispers as I approach, “You look beautiful, Sunday.”

  I don’t respond, not even with a thank-you. His deception is too new, and honestly I can’t even bear being in the same space as him. I am not swayed by how handsome he looks in his tuxedo or how incredible he smells. Because all of that is crushed by how he played me. It’s crazy how someone can stop being attractive to you all at once when they break your heart.

 

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