Starting as the year 1990, Nikolai James is going into her second year of college, currently studying Pre-Nursing. Growing up in a heavily religious family with a father devoted to his pastoral duties, life hasn't been easy for the 19 year old. With...
It was September and I had now been designing for Prince almost five months. While working, our time together completely blossomed into a friendship in which I had grown to cherish. I was extremely busier than I have ever been and worked consumed me, but I was happy. I was able to travel the world, meet new people, and most of all I had gotten to know a man that was such a mystery to others.
Between traveling and working, when I got a bit of down time I spent it mostly at Paisley and Prince's home on Galpin since practically moving in. We were back in California for the MTV Video Music Awards and The Arsenio Hall Show.
"Looking good! The yellow compliments your skin." I said to Prince as he walked out revealing his outfit for the performance.
"Now turn around." Marie demanded.
"Alriiiight." He grumbled with a laugh and showing the back of the suit.
I snorted covering my mouth as Marie laughed loudly. Prince turned around quickly narrowing his eyes at our laughter.
"Looking real huh?" He asked. "The dyer did a pretty good job getting it flesh tone."
"I can only imagine. Think if you would've chosen the alternate design with the bit of leg showing. But now you're just being modest. I'm rubbing off on you."
"Woman..." He mumbled under his breath.
"Just go take it off, so you don't wrinkle it up."
*
Marie and I went out back to enjoy the weather. There was a nice cool breeze that balanced out the scorching sun.
"The outfit is hanging up. You all can go pack it with the bands clothes when you're ready." Prince said as he joined us outside.
"I'll get right on it." Marie offered. "Nikki you stay here and relax."
"You sure?"
"Mhmm." She mumbled quickly giving Prince a wink before sliding the door shut.
What was that wink about?
He sat quietly as I flipped through a magazine. I could just feel him staring.
"You know it's impolite to stare." I said while closing up the magazine.
"Shut up." He replied while pulling off his sunglasses.
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"How rude of you." I said before flipping the magazine back open.
