After Jada's appearance at Fashion Week, we'd both received a lot of attention; her photos had been circulating all over social media and a few fashion blogs over the week. I wasn't her official stylist, but the reaction to her outfit definitely suggested that I should be. At the moment, I was at Pardison's place; it was Thursday and I was technically off duty, but he'd called me about yet another last-minute appearance. I took three outfits over to his place that ranged from neutral to loud and of course he picked the loudest piece to try on first. Jibri and I had spoken over the phone, but our conversations never last as long as I needed them to.
"I ain't too sure about this one Za." He laughed when he stepped into the living room.
I rolled my eyes when I laid eyes on him. "I'm pretty sure that I sent you in there with a shirt too, you always wanna get your damn tits out, whore."
"Aye, the ladies love me. I'm bout to be in the club with one like this." Pardi demonstrated, causing me to lose my last shred of composure.
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"You're crazy and I think you should go with the second option." I pointed to the other outfit that I'd laid out for him. I placed the third outfit back into a garment bag after deciding that it didn't look right. "And please keep your shirt on." I told him while grabbing the rest of my stuff.
He gave me a quick hug, "I might wear this and tag that Jada girl. I'll call you a one style wonder." Pardison teased me.
"Boy, bye. Either outfit is fine, but I swear to God that I'll beat your ass if you put that orange hat on with this outfit; that would be overkill." I laughed, "And no timbs, you'll look like a fuckin' Reese's wrapper"
He smacked his lips together, "I'll text you tonight for approval."
"Good boy, see you later!" I said, then left his place.
I was on a time crunch; I'd invited Aisha to have a mini spa day with me, after all, we both deserved it. I headed back home first to drop off the garment bag and then hurried to the spa that I was supposed to meet my sister at.
Aisha was inside, texting on her phone when I got there. I waved my hand in front of her face to get her attention. She looked up with a scowl on her face, then relaxed when she saw that it was me.
"You're lucky that we're sisters because I was ready to break that hand." She said while putting her phone away.
I laughed at her irritation, "I'm sorry A." I told her.
Not long after I arrived, we were set up in separate rooms where our treatments would be performed. We'd both opted for full body massages, but I'd thrown in a full body wax and a facial while Aisha decided that she just wanted a facial. The entire process was like a dream; I had never been able to afford to go to a place that nice before, where everyone did whatever they could to make my time there amazing. At some point, I'd fallen asleep and was gently shaken awake when my treatments had been completed. No part of me wanted to get up, but I did and got dressed before searching for my sister.
