My girls came and stood behind me.
“And y’all—y’all look so beautiful. But is this too much for a field party?”
“Not at all, sis,” Renee said.
I thought we were about to leave, but some hairstylists came in, and again Kenya pulled them to the side, pulled out her phone, and then they walked over to us and got started.
My mind was going so crazy about what Love was doing, and what my girls were up to, that I didn’t even notice the full, bouncy, curly hair the stylist slapped in my hair all fast.
I couldn’t take my eyes off myself. I loved the way I looked, but still thought it was too much for a party. Instead of voicing my opinion again, I let Kenya lead.
By the time we left there, the sun was starting to set. Kenya gave the driver another address, and we headed out to the country. On the ride, I called Love again, and still wasn’t getting an answer, so I called Amir, and that lil’ nigga wasn’t picking up his phone.
I didn’t know what was going on with them, so I sent Love a message.
Are you mad at me or something?
I could see that he read it, but he didn’t respond. I felt a lil’ hurt, but tried not to react. Instead, I closed my eyes.
I don’t know how long I was asleep, but I woke up to trees over the car, and the other back door wide open, and Deja calling me.
“Yeah,” I said, trying to get my eyes together. “Where are we?”
“At the Airbnb,” Deja said. “Kenya got it for us to get ready.”
I got out of the truck and walked into the house with Deja, looking around when Kenya walked up to me and grabbed my hands.
“I need you to trust me.”
I nodded. “I do trust you, girl.”
She shook her head. “No girl, I need you to really trust me.”
Kenya reached into her back pocket and pulled out an eye mask.
“What is this for?” I asked.
“I want you to trust me with your fit. You can’t see it until we are done.”
I tilted my head at her, looking around at all of them, and then nodded my head. The whole day was not in my control, so why should my fit be?
“Fine, let’s do it,” I said.
Kenya put the mask on my face and led me somewhere else.
Her, Deja, and Renee talked around me to each other while having me step into different things, move in different directions, and give them parts of my body when they needed it.
Finally, Deja said they were done, and they sat me down, making me wait.
“Iight now, I am not going to take too much more of this mask,” I stated.
Renee laughed. “Give us three more minutes.”
“I’ma give y’all two.”
A few minutes later, I felt hands pulling me up.
“I’ma take you into the living room, and then take the mask off so you can see.”
