The Love We Make 2: It's 1992 and the world is bewildered by recent headlines.
"His Royal Badness Prince is now MARRIED with a SON, and the boy is already 3 YEARS OLD! Was he really hiding the kid this whole time? Or is this sudden marriage hid...
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Lette
When diamonds are dripping all over you, your walk is different. Your chin holds higher and your spine sits taller. You steal a peek in every reflective object in passing to admire how you glow. It makes you feel conceited. Makes you feel delicate. Expensive. Prince's millions were quite literally highlighted all over my body, making me feel like a precious work of art titled Brown Sugared Galaxy. Take that and add on being gloated by him to every being who stepped to us. "This is mine, but you can call her Letty." His star was melting onto me.
As a subtle nod to our upcoming nuptial, Prince and I both wore all white. As always and forever, he was looking damn good, making my ego work overtime. The low cuts at his side showed off his gold hip chain. I wore one too but I don't know why he put it on me. Mine was hidden. The flowy skirt of my dress stopped at mid-thigh and the straps of my heels crossed behind my calves. Many compliments were handed to me. My braids, the diamond scorpion wrapped around my neck, my smile—someone even said I smelled sweeter than cotton candy. And of course everyone flew close to the sun on my left hand. It felt good to be seen under this new light. And that's big for someone who lived a life running from attention, but this new aura hugging my self-esteem had me tripping over my own feet. Perhaps it was just part of being wildly in love.
Prince had a section roped off by velvet and brass. A line of purple couches for the band and other "important people" waited for us. But Prince wouldn't sit. His manager Jill Willis told me he was in a "good mood" 'cause this wasn't like him. Every time I sat down, Mr. Mingle was reaching for me to come back to his side to introduce me to someone else.
I knew Prince was well respected in the music industry but it wasn't until this Grolier Mansion after-party that it dawned on me that his deal was way bigger than that. Athletes, film folks, Broadway talents, etc. People from all walks of life wanted a minute with Prince. Q-Tip was acting like a kid up past his bedtime meeting him. He couldn't even take in my admiration for him because Prince's presence was too blinding. It was bizarre. Playwright David Henry Hwang wouldn't accept my awe either. Instead, he was praising me. For what? Marrying the coolest dude on Earth. That's factually what he said.
That's when I realized none of these cool kids I was excited to encounter were in their right mind. Prince had them all dazzled. But those that already knew him were less stunned. Spike Lee was a treat to meet. I respected his artistry. I really dug his films and when I told him that, finally someone heard me. With both his hands holding mine, he thanked me.
Spike's fiancé Tonya was introduced with a "this is who I was telling you about" opening. Very pretty girl with a sweet New York edge and short, blonde cut I flattered. Doing a little shuffle, Spike said, "I'm gonna marry her."
She laughed before giving a congrats. "We can't wait for July. We'll take notes because I know it'll be the wedding of the century."
