Page 66 of Hellcat Barbies: Imani
I place my coffee on the table and rush to the door. When I open it, she hands me the vase filled with the prettiest orange roses. Excitedly, I rush back to my loveseat and place the vase on my table. There has to be at least three dozen roses in the beautiful crystal vase. Without even reading the card, I know it’s from him. He’s the only thoughtful person that would send me roses in my favorite color. So appreciative and enamored, I grab my phone and call him.
“Good morning, beautiful,” he answers.
“Good morning and thank you,” I gush.
“For what?”
“For this gorgeous bouquet of the most beautiful orange roses. Thank you, baby.”
“No, thank you for being you but did you read the card?”
“No, I just got them.”
“I need you to read it,” he says and I reach into the roses and grab the card.
“These roses aren’t as beautiful as you but they do have a purpose. Turn this over for a clue,” I read aloud. “What is this?”
“This is only going to work if you follow directions. Turn the card over,” he says cooly.
“Start your engine for a day that can’t be topped. Your next clue is in your glovebox. Clue? Baby, what are you doing?” I ask excitedly.
“You’ll see. Follow directions and read each clue,” is all he says but I have so many questions.
“When did you do all of this? What’s in my car?” I ask as I stand. I’m walking to my door that goes into my garage.
“Read, baby, follow the clues and have fun. I love you,” he says then ends the call.
I’m so damn giddy that I don’t even mind that he ended the call. I have a clue to find. Equally curious and excited as hell, I rush to my car, open my door, then dig into my glove box. There’s a black and white checkered envelop and inside it is a note.I come in a bottle, along with a brush. My colors all vary; put me on, but don't rush. My location is Precise, ask for the girl upfront for advice.
I read it twice, slower the second time. “Bottle? Brush? Colors? Bottle? Shit! Nail polish. My location is Precise?” I utter as I take the clue with me into the house. I look up nails and Precise and see that there’s a Precise Nails in a shopping plaza not to far from me. So, I call.
“Precise Nails, where beauty happens one nail at a time. How can I help you?” a female says and I can hear her smiling through the phone.
“Hey. This is going to sound a little strange but I’m calling to see if you have an appointment for an Imani today.”
“Imani, can you confirm the last name?”
“Marks,” I quickly respond.
My emotions are on one thousand. I’m excited, nervous, and anxious all at once, feeling like a kid on Christmas morning. I have no idea what to expect and I love it.I love him. He thought of this…for me.
“Yes. We have an eleven-thirty scheduled for you. Our diamond mani and pedi with designer nails,” she says.
“Okay. Thank you.”
After putting my coffee and other half of my bagel in the fridge, I damn near sprint up my stairs and rush into my bedroom. I’m start taking off my dress as I walk into my closet. Since I’m getting a pedicure, I need pants that are going to easy roll or push up my legs. I decide on my black cargo pants, beige hoodie, and UGGs. My quick bun from this morning is perfectly messy and cute, so I leave it up and just moisturize my face with my Hydra Vizor and put on a little lipliner and gloss. After a few sprays of perfume, I’m down the stairs and in my ride. I call Daymir as soon as I back out of my garage.
“What’s up, baby?” he answers.
“Can I ask questions now?” I respond.
“No and this is my last time answering you.”
“Are you serious? Daymir, come on. At least answer this. Is the nail shop my last clue?”
“The clues end when you see me.”
“You? Where?”
