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Chapter 28

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🔶🔸Zambia's POV🔸🔶
Friday, November 24th
10:43 pm

"No Zam use the got-2-be glue and stray it then you heat it with the blow dryer" Tish instructs.

But her instructions seem to just go through one ear and exit the next because I'm still unable to properly fix the lace front.

Frustrated she walks over to me and does exactly what she ordered me to do. She then flat irons the 30inch lace front and lays my baby hairs.

The dolly is dolling.

I admire myself in front of the mirror this is so much unlike me.

But in a really good way.

I stand and pull down the piece of material that Tish calls a skirt.

I'm not saying that I'm in no way shape or form a saint or innocent when it comes to wearing revealing clothes.

But what I'm in now shouldn't be considered such.

The material is barely covering my ass cheeks as I'm able to feel air on them.

"Zam, stop touch- touch up the skirt nuh, lowe it yuh look good"

She turns to face me and her clothes leave nothing to the imagination.

She is wearing an above-the-knee mesh body-con dress that sucks to her like a second skin. It compliments her skin tone and if you're not looking good you would think she is naked.

Nuh sure how she ago leave Grabba house and go to his party looking like dat.
Based on how controlling she says he is when it comes to clothes.

Not even ago talk cause I'm not sure of the reaction to expect from Klaus when he sees what I'm wearing tonight.

"Tek up yuh bag, Zam we practically late," Says the woman that had to lay her edges three times cause she neva like how one side look.

Tonight is Grabba's 26th birthday and he's hosting well what he said is a little get-together however it seems as if the entire Jamaica came.

Both sides of the street are packed full of cars and music is booming from the ball field.

He's having the party on the "Ball field" in his community the area where the party is currently being held is made by the wrapping of fabric in which you have to step through an entrance that is guarded by security.

Neva woulda expect it to look formal and informal at the same time.

Klaus and the guys came here hours ahead of us so we are now in search of them.

Tish seems to spot them somewhere in the dark tucked away from the crowd of sweat, green arms, vapes, weed and alcohol.

I start to feel a bit self-conscious as I walk over to Klaus and the guys their eyes roaming me.

They are standing around multiple high white tables with stools around the tables.

Some of the men and what I suppose are their women are seated on the stools.