whisper.
Carla nodded and beamed proudly. “Did you sign up for a reading?”
“I’d love to sign up,” Nicole squealed.
“I’m glad to hear that, Nicole. I can already tell that you will be a good subject.” Carla paused and looked around. “We can set up a time for later tonight.”
Carla’s husband, Reuben, feeling and looking his forty-two years, entered the room. From the dazed look on his reddish brown face, he was feeling no pain. There was a shot glass filled with Jack Daniels in his hand. He still had most of his hair, even though half of it was gray. And he was proud of the fact that it was naturally soft and curly. He liked to part it on the side and plaster it down with expensive pomade. But every time he had more than a couple of drinks, the alcohol had an odd effect on his hair. The strands of his curls separated and stood up and out, as if he had sprouted a head full of wire. With him was Mia Miller, the dream girl of almost every man at the party. But she was about as unnecessary, unwanted, and inconvenient as she could be as far as the women were concerned. She was the kind of woman no woman in her right mind would invite to her party. Especially a woman Carla’s age. Had Mia not piggybacked her way into the party with another guest, she would not have been present. Carla would have made sure of that.
Mia was the daughter of a Vietnamese mother and a black father. She had just turned twenty-six. She did some modeling on the side, had no trouble latching on to a sugar daddy when she needed one, and had already appeared in half a dozen music videos. Carla trusted her husband, but she was not naive enough to think that he would never cheat on her. Especially the way the young bitches threw their asses at men these days.
CHAPTER 16
“H ow are you, Mia?” Carla asked, attempting to rub Mia’s cheek with hers. Mia’s reaction stunned Carla to say the least. Not only did she abruptly turn her cheek, but she moved back a few steps and glared at Carla as if she had tried to bite her.
“I’m fine,” Mia replied, with her face and lips so stiff it looked as if her mouth didn’t even move.
Teri and Nicole were even more stunned by Mia’s blatant display of arrogance than Carla. But Carla handled the slight with dignity and class. “You’re looking so lovely today, Mia. Welcome to our home. I hope you will enjoy yourself. And don’t let this man of mine talk your ear off,” Carla said with a laugh. Just to show that she was three times the woman Mia was, she gave Mia a friendly pat on the shoulder.
Mia flinched, but that didn’t faze Carla, either. She continued to be graceful and dignified. “Reuben, honey, where are your manners? Get Mia a glass of champagne. This party was your idea, babe.” Carla deliberately refused to look at Mia again. Teri and Nicole were so disgusted with Mia’s behavior they discreetly nudged each other with their elbows and gave each other horrified looks. You didn’t have to be a mind reader to know what they were thinking. Teri wanted Carla to take the bitch aside and order her to leave. Had this been Teri’s house, that’s exactly whatshe would have done. Nicole would have done the same thing, but she would have kicked Mia’s ass first.
“I’d like some Evian, if you have it. I don’t drink or smoke anymore. I gave it up years ago,” Mia announced. “Nothing ages a woman quicker than alcohol and cigarettes,” she added with a smug look on her face. She looked at the flute of champagne in Teri’s hand and then at Nicole’s.
“You stopped drinking and smoking? I never would have guessed that,” Nicole quipped. Teri nudged Nicole’s side again with her elbow. Carla snickered. “Looks like you stopped in the nick of time …” Carla covered her mouth with her hand, but Teri could still hear her snickering under her breath. Teri wanted to do the same thing, but she could see from the look on Mia’s face that Nicole had made her point.
Mia
Carla nodded and beamed proudly. “Did you sign up for a reading?”
“I’d love to sign up,” Nicole squealed.
“I’m glad to hear that, Nicole. I can already tell that you will be a good subject.” Carla paused and looked around. “We can set up a time for later tonight.”
Carla’s husband, Reuben, feeling and looking his forty-two years, entered the room. From the dazed look on his reddish brown face, he was feeling no pain. There was a shot glass filled with Jack Daniels in his hand. He still had most of his hair, even though half of it was gray. And he was proud of the fact that it was naturally soft and curly. He liked to part it on the side and plaster it down with expensive pomade. But every time he had more than a couple of drinks, the alcohol had an odd effect on his hair. The strands of his curls separated and stood up and out, as if he had sprouted a head full of wire. With him was Mia Miller, the dream girl of almost every man at the party. But she was about as unnecessary, unwanted, and inconvenient as she could be as far as the women were concerned. She was the kind of woman no woman in her right mind would invite to her party. Especially a woman Carla’s age. Had Mia not piggybacked her way into the party with another guest, she would not have been present. Carla would have made sure of that.
Mia was the daughter of a Vietnamese mother and a black father. She had just turned twenty-six. She did some modeling on the side, had no trouble latching on to a sugar daddy when she needed one, and had already appeared in half a dozen music videos. Carla trusted her husband, but she was not naive enough to think that he would never cheat on her. Especially the way the young bitches threw their asses at men these days.
CHAPTER 16
“H ow are you, Mia?” Carla asked, attempting to rub Mia’s cheek with hers. Mia’s reaction stunned Carla to say the least. Not only did she abruptly turn her cheek, but she moved back a few steps and glared at Carla as if she had tried to bite her.
“I’m fine,” Mia replied, with her face and lips so stiff it looked as if her mouth didn’t even move.
Teri and Nicole were even more stunned by Mia’s blatant display of arrogance than Carla. But Carla handled the slight with dignity and class. “You’re looking so lovely today, Mia. Welcome to our home. I hope you will enjoy yourself. And don’t let this man of mine talk your ear off,” Carla said with a laugh. Just to show that she was three times the woman Mia was, she gave Mia a friendly pat on the shoulder.
Mia flinched, but that didn’t faze Carla, either. She continued to be graceful and dignified. “Reuben, honey, where are your manners? Get Mia a glass of champagne. This party was your idea, babe.” Carla deliberately refused to look at Mia again. Teri and Nicole were so disgusted with Mia’s behavior they discreetly nudged each other with their elbows and gave each other horrified looks. You didn’t have to be a mind reader to know what they were thinking. Teri wanted Carla to take the bitch aside and order her to leave. Had this been Teri’s house, that’s exactly whatshe would have done. Nicole would have done the same thing, but she would have kicked Mia’s ass first.
“I’d like some Evian, if you have it. I don’t drink or smoke anymore. I gave it up years ago,” Mia announced. “Nothing ages a woman quicker than alcohol and cigarettes,” she added with a smug look on her face. She looked at the flute of champagne in Teri’s hand and then at Nicole’s.
“You stopped drinking and smoking? I never would have guessed that,” Nicole quipped. Teri nudged Nicole’s side again with her elbow. Carla snickered. “Looks like you stopped in the nick of time …” Carla covered her mouth with her hand, but Teri could still hear her snickering under her breath. Teri wanted to do the same thing, but she could see from the look on Mia’s face that Nicole had made her point.
Mia
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