Onika Maraj, a successful actress, thought she'd left the past behind-until she reunites with Beyoncé, the woman she once loved. As old feelings resurface, they must confront their past and decide if their future holds a second chance or if some thi...
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My house was quiet, for now, but I knew that wouldn't last long. The girls were scattered around the living room, probably knocked out on couches and blow-up mattresses after last night's wine-fueled bachelorette planning. It was wild having them all here—Mel, Kelly, Ciara, Amala & Beyoncé—laughing like we hadn't seen each other in forever, even though we stayed in touch.
But today? Today, the real fun began. Because my little mission was about to be set into motion, and this time, I wasn't making the same mistakes.
I rolled out of bed, my mind already spinning with thoughts of how everything would go down tonight. I knew exactly what I was doing when I invited both Onika and Beyoncé to the bachelorette party without saying a word to either of them about the other being there. I'd learned my lesson the hard way. The couple of times I'd tried to get them in the same room by giving them a heads-up, one of them always bailed. Beyoncé would suddenly have to work late, or Onika would claim she had another event to attend. They never said it outright, but I knew they were avoiding each other.
And maybe I couldn't blame them. The breakup was messy, and they both had their pride. But damn, it was frustrating watching them dance around each other for years, pretending like they didn't care anymore. I'd tried, failed, and tried again. But this time? I wasn't taking any chances. I kept my mouth shut, and I was banking on neither of them finding out until it was too late to bail.
Slipping into the kitchen, I started making coffee, the scent already waking me up a little more. The girls would be dragging themselves in here any minute, hungover and groaning, but my mind was focused on tonight. I hadn't told either of them the other would be there. Beyoncé, bless her heart, was so caught up with work and being a mom, she probably thought tonight would just be a regular girls' night out. And Onika? Well, Onika was playing it cool like she always did, acting like the bachelorette party was just another event on her packed schedule.
Little did they know.
I chuckled to myself, pouring a cup of coffee and taking a slow sip. I had seen them in their prime—late nights, college parties, the way Onika would look at Bey like she hung the moon. And Bey? I'd never seen her that soft, that open with anyone else. It was like they had this unspoken connection that nobody could touch, but life had a way of pulling them apart. Now? They were just two ghosts of who they used to be, both successful, both killing it in their own ways, but... that spark was missing.
I leaned against the counter, thinking back to those nights when they'd come over to my dorm, both of them curled up on my couch like they were the only ones in the room. They had it all back then, and it was so damn obvious. But when Onika left for Europe, it all fell apart. Bey was heartbroken, and Onika... well, she never looked back, at least not to us. She dove headfirst into her career, and the distance grew until there was nothing left between them.
But I wasn't having it. I wasn't going to stand by and let them keep pretending like they didn't belong together. They both needed this—needed each other, even if they were too stubborn to admit it. So I set it up. Beyoncé had no idea Onika would be there, and Onika? She didn't have a clue about Bey either. It was risky, but hell, someone had to take the first step.
