On one of the nights I spent with her during my recent downward spiral, I vented about everything: Gavin and the baby, Beckham and his love confession, my denial, the keys he gave me for all of his warehouses.
She was sympathetic for the most part, though she couldn’t help but comment on the art in the warehouses. If this went well, in her words, we were “sitting on a gold mine.”
God, I love her to death.
“Listen here, boss lady,” Kira’s voice cut through my spiraling thoughts as she dropped a stack of notes onto my desk. “We have a lot of shit to get done today, so we best get to it. I’m going to call the caterer, the bartenders, and the photographer to finalize their price. You, meanwhile, need to finalize the guest list, finish up the rest of the consultations for today, and figure out what you’re going to wear.”
“Aye, aye, Captain.” I saluted.
“And every single person here needs to be out by seven PM sharp. Daddy Picasso’s orders.”
I furrowed my eyebrows. “He called?”
“Not today, but a week or so ago. He has to set up his super secret showroom, remember?”
I nodded silently as my heart rate increased. So he still planned on displaying his secret setup titled “PRICELESS.”
“By himself?” I asked, crossing my leg over the other as I tried to regulate my breathing.
Kira nodded. “He said it should take him till morning, and he’ll be out before we set up and open the doors for business.”
I pursed my lips in thought.
Kira could tell my mood was shifting. She walked over to me and I gave a sad smile as she rubbed my back. “He is still committing to the setup, which could be good, you know? Maybe he’ll stop during the show after all, and you guys can talk things out.”
I nodded silently. Maybe he would stop by… or maybe he wouldn’t even come tonight. Regardless, I still held a bit of hope that he would.
The following morning, I woke up alone and prepared for the exciting day ahead. My hair was perfectly done in a curly ponytail updo with curled bangs. My makeup was polished, as were my nails, thanks to Kira.
Pulling on my white and cream business party attire, I finished buttoning my pants as I received a call from Kira. Checking the time, I noticed there were still a few hours before the event. Answering, I held it to my ear as I pulled on my heels.
“Kira, is everything okay?” I asked.
She said one word that instantly made me panic.
“Bitch.”
I quickly grabbed my bag. “What happened? Did Beckham not come to finish his setup?” I asked, already feeling crushed at the thought.
She scoffed.
“Oh, he fucking came, all right.”
I furrowed my eyebrows. “Kira. Sentences I can understand would be helpful,” I urged.
She sighed dejectedly through the phone.
“Rose… There is absolutely nothing I can say that will help you in any way, shape, or form with this. It’s best you see for yourself.”
Standing beside Kira, my jaw practically touched the ground. My pursedidtouch the ground: I dropped it in shock.
Kira nodded beside me as she crossed her arms, gazing into the showroom along with me. “So this is a bit of a surprise, I’m sure…”
“Kira… what am I looking at?” I whispered.
“It’s not the worst thing since sliced bread, you know. It’s actually kinda growing on me—”
“WHAT AM I EVEN FUCKING LOOKING AT RIGHT NOW!” I yelled, my shout echoing through the gallery.
