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“My God.” Irish gasped. “That is terrible and despite that, he’s still going to pull through. You know Rio’s extra tough ass ain't leaving you behind.”
That made Cali chuckle. “I hope so.”
“Don't hope. Pray. I’m going to stop by after I leave the salon with Ivory. Is there anything you need?”
“No, not at the moment.”
“Okay, well, if that changes, let me know.”
“Alright, thank you, friend.”
“You know I got you.”
“Bye.”
When the call finished, Cali took a seat on a nearby bench. Finally, she did what everyone had been telling her to do and that was pray for her husband.
Glamour Avenue was one of the few salons in St. Parklynn that provided full service. It was a one-stop shop for not only hair and nails, but customers could come get full-body waxes, microneedling for brows and facials, as well as lash extensions. Irish had been a client for years along with Ivory. They’d go to the shop and be there for hours, getting pampered and primed from some of the best stylists in the city.
“Oh, I gotta tell y’all how I went on a date last week and my baby daddy crashed that shit.” One of the stylists named Clarice laughed.
Rozalin rolled her eyes. “You just keep putting niggas in drama, huh?”
“What?” she feigned innocence. “I didn’t know that bastard was going to follow us to The Fiftieth One.”
Irish snorted as Rozalin detangled her hair. “Lies, you know that man has been making it his mission to ruin your life ever since y’all broke up. You need to get a restraining order on him.”
“She ain't gon’ do that,” Shay, the other stylist, added. “I’ve been knowing this girl for years and trust me, she loves the drama.”
“I do not!” Clarice rebutted.
Ivory twisted her lips with a plastic cap on her head. “Girl, yes you do. You should’ve been mortified that he followed y’all to the restaurant. Instead, you're all giddy. I hate to tell you this, but you are the drama.”
“That part,” Irish added.
Clarice’s lips were parted in shock as her gaze skated at all the faces in the salon.
“Wow, I know y’all not trying to call me out. Shay, you make it your business to antagonize your baby daddy. Ivory, I heard you be in Miami giving up that lil’ sour pus between your legs. Rozalin, you ain't had a man since TLC had a hit and you, Irish”—her eyes narrowed at her—“you may have a perfect marriage right now but that shit ain't gon’ always be sunshine and clouds. You better watch it, bitch.”
Irish cackled at her warning as Clarice smirked. “How you gon’ get mad ‘cause we’re calling your messy ass out?”
“Exactly,” Shay instigated. “And don't bring up shit with my ex. That nigga deserves to be dragged for all that he put me through.”
Rozalin pursed her lips. “I mean, he did hurt you, but it’s been years and your ass still ain't over him.”
“Yes, the fuck I am,” Shay declared. “I don't like shit about that nigga.”
“I highly doubt that.” Clarice pursed her lips. “You go out of your way to annoy him.”
“Oop, don't tell me Shay is a bitter baby mama,” Ivory chided.
Shay cut her eyes at her. “Ain't shit bitter about me. Like I said, I don't fuck with that man at all, and I never will.”
“Aw, get over it.” Rozalin waved her hand. “That man has moved on, and you need to as well.”
Shay smacked her lips, rolling her eyes so hard that Irish felt they would pop out of her head.
“I got a man so there’s that.”
