Saleemah" I wine. I wish you'd just pick something already, we' ve been here all day." I'm hungry, grouchy and a heartbeat away from stamping my feet, throwing myself on the ground and having a full on tantrum. "WHAT!!" she pauses her scrutiny of the items hanging on the circular clothing rack she'd been perusing. And places a hand on her ample hips.. "We looking for shit for YOU witcha ungrateful ass."I cross my arms glaring at my bestie "I'm tired, I wanna go, I already told you I'm just gonna wear some skinny jeans and a stiletto, I'm trying to keep it simple. "
Saleemah gawks at me like I've just turned green and grew horns. Girl, have you lost yo damn mind. You ain't rollin up in no VIP with ME with no damn jeans on. It's about to be ballers all up and threw there. I roll my eyes and shrug, giving her an AND...??? expression. She scowls "and If opportunity knock you gotta get it how ya live, and nothin says basic bitch quite like jeans at the club Not happenin, not on my watch". She tuns back to the rack. I stick out my tongue at the back of her head. "Actually you're rolling with me, I'm the one with the invite." So there. Saleemah's eyes narrow but she doesn't respond. "THIS" She gasps She pulls a red scrap of fabric right off the mannequin and holds it up grinning triumphantly. "To the fitting room". She commands.
The snow white bodyycon style dress is more glamorous than anything I've ever worn, and shorter, way shorter. My eyes widen, I shake my head, There's no way in hell..... "Oh yes the hell you are", Saleemah reads my mind. Go try this on, trust me. I suck my teeth, "uhhhhhhhhhhhhh" I moan, and roll my eyes to the ceiling dreadfully accepting the dress from Saleemah's insistent hands. "I'm only doing this to shut you up." I yell from behind the fitting room door. "You shut up and put the damn thing on, when it comes to fashion Leemah is never wrong, and child you need help" I roll my eyes, what's wrong with my style. Today I'm wearing a Chicago bulls racer-back tank and my FCC Givenchy inspired 5 star joggers, my red and black J's complete the look and I'da thrown on a snap-back with the word "Trill" scrawled across the cap, The humidity is high today and I'm not about to deal with my hair today. "Well" Saleemah calls.
"Oh! I quickly scramble into the strip of fabric masquerading as a dress trying not to pull or rip it. "I refuse to look in the mirror and quickly step out of he fitting room my hands on my hips. "Girrrrrlllll, Saleemah grins like a Cheshire cat. "Girl that is it! "You look so everything right now!! She claps her hands in delight. I feel my face heat, "whatever" I mumble. Saleemah waves me back into the fitting room. Now hurry up and get changed, we haven't even started looking for shoes." I poke my head out the fitting room door. My face twisted "You mean there's more, come on Saleemah....." "Darling, Saleemah smiles dryly don't you know the shoe makes the dress? "I have a little something in mind, We need to get you on a heel asap" She curls her lip and looks down at my Jordan's with disdain. She hates sneakers. I hold up my hand before she says anything else,, now is not the time. Once I exit the fitting room Saleemah pounces on me and grabs my arm, pulling me along with her. "Dev-yn "she says my name in syllables." Quit whining and let's go. You gon be thanking me in a few hours." Now...... Saleemah's eyes scan nearby stores, "where to?" "Let's check Elaine's."
Elaine's Shoe-tique is well know for their wide selection of of stiletto heels. I throw my head back and slump my shoulders "I don't wanna "Saleemmmaaahhhhhhh".. but once again I'm being dragged beside her. I
f I thought I'd get a break from the tornado that is Saleemah Cartwright once we got home, I was sorely mistaken. She spent hours plucking, pulling, and primping me. I cock my head to the side continuing my self scrutiny mirror hanging on the back of my bedroom door. I'd been rubbed down with some shimmery bronzer that I must admit complements the sun-kissed tan that I'd gotten since moving to Miami. The dress fits my petite body closer than anything but skin should,and hits about mid thigh, bending over is out of the question. My face heats at the thought of a wardrobe malfunction. I turn to get a look from the back. and am delighted to discover muscle I never knew existed popping out all over my legs in glittery gold 5.5 in peep-toe stilettos. I feel nude there's so much skin showing, arms, legs and boobs pushed up to the heavens thanks to Victoria's Secret. I frown Is this too much?
I don't even look like me, the girl staring back at me is....alluring, sultry even. My makeup is beat, Saleemah had turned me into a vixen. My deep brown eyes looked striking with the smokey gold eye fringed by dark heavy lashes, She had to use several coats of mascara because I wasn't letting those false lashes anywhere near me. A couple strokes of blusher and some lightly colored gloss completed my look. Saleemah insisted I wear my hair down to my dismay, thankfully I'd managed to get my curls loosened into soft waves with soft baby hairs framing my face. "Clean up very nicely"... the fabolous lyric jumps in my mind and I grin. I guess I do look pretty good. Saleemah ducks her head in my room and smacks her teeth," Yeah bitch you look good thanks to me get out the damn mirror and let's shake she gives me a hard eye roll." Alright I'm coming you thirsty bitch." I spit. "Love you too bitch." Saleemah hollers from down the hallway
