You looked peaceful, so I didn’t want to wake you.
Come find me at Honu House when you’re ready.
I’ll save you a seat.
— O
I fall back into the pillows, trying to gather my bearings. And figure out what to wear. I wasn’t having dinner with just anyone. I was having a meal with the elite. Collette Randolph,famous fashion journalist. Her husband, Jerome Sterling, who is a Grammy-winning songwriter and record producer. And their sweet and precious Carina. America’s socialite. Oh, and my fake boyfriend.
No pressure.
I scoff and peel back the covers. I’d already showered, my body oiled and lotioned down with Yummie Skinpotion. I rummage through my suitcase, remembering the two just-in-case dresses I’d packed. One was a silky champagne slip dress with a plunging neckline, and the other was a peach bodycon midi that hugged my frame like second skin.
I go with the peach dress, the bodice a little more modest, with short off-the-shoulder sleeves.
As I’m doing my make-up, the events of this vacation so far replay in my head on a loop. Meeting a man I would date in real life. Meeting my idol, who is the mother of the woman who dated the man that I would date in real life.
Gah!
I can’t believe this is my life right now.
My phone rings, a FaceTime call coming in from Lo. I prop the phone against my makeup bag and accept the call.
“Hey girl,heyyy!” she squeals.
“You’re all excited. You sound like you have good news.”
Her face drops. “I don’t, but a little birdie, also known as TMZ, noted that Carina Sterlingisin fact in Maui.”
I sigh, adding a bit of shimmer to the tip of my nose. “Yeah, I know.”
Lo’s voice rises an octave. “Youknow?”
“Yes. I know.”
“ What the hell, Mar! Why didn’t you call to tell me?!”
“I haven’t exactly had time to. You won’t believe the drama I’m in right now.”
“What? What’s going on?”
“I may have gotten myself into a situation with Othello.”
A smile spreads across Lo’s face. “You fucked him?! My girl! I know his dick is big, but does he know what to do with it?”
“Wait, how do you know his dick is big?”
“His hands! They say it’s in the feet, but it’s not. It’s in the hands.”
I can’t help but laugh. “Okay,no. I did not have sex with him! But you were right. He is here for Carina’s wedding.”
“I knew it!”
“And the cherry on top is that he is Carina’s ex.”
“Wait.How? We looked. We didn’t see anything about the two of them dating.”
“I know! But they did,” I say, grabbing myDanessa Myricklip liner.
