The Price of Fame || Chapter 22

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1988

Rochelle Davis-Nelson

Paris. Milan. London. Stockholm. Four different cities. Powerful concerts. Vibrant after-shows. Countless nights together.

Even Cat, Shelia, and Bonnie were excited, thankful that I could join everyone on the road for a much longer period of time now.

"I love you so much." By our final night in Stockholm, Prince wouldn't stop kissing me.

"I love you too, but I'm leaving in the morning

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"I love you too, but I'm leaving in the morning." I laughed and smiled every time, barely able to pack up my luggage.

"Uh-uh." Prince held me from behind me as we stood in the bedroom mirror, slightly watching each other. "Look at you."

"I see myself." I chuckled, still humored. I rocked one of my new jackets and honored this tour.

"I see my wife right here." Prince buried his face towards my neck, ghosting dangerous kisses that would've canceled the flight.

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That following day, Prince sent over this gorgeous limo that dropped me off at the airport. If not dealing with last-minute prep for upcoming gigs in Oslo, he would've joined me.

Rochelle,

26 days. We traveled the world 2gether. U reunited with us, cherished music, and bonded with me.

Every night, I pray that God will protect u, His precious angel. My heart is now mended, rejuvenated because of u.

I'm so thankful right now.

Safe travels.

4ever urs,

-Husband.

***

Even after I finally returned to Los Angeles, gifts hadn't stopped.

Flowers with cards on the coffee table. New outfits and great accessories in my closet. More jewelry aligned my emerald birthstone.

Prince had even mailed framed pictures from our tour stops and I hung up every single image for display in the apartment.

Floating on Cloud 9 once more, I could only smile bigger once Prince called me later that night, probably wired from another after-show.

"Hi! Thank you for my presents." I shouldered the phone after placing one favorite picture of Prince, Sheila and Cat in my bedroom.

"Hey, Mama. You're welcome. Now, sorry for callin' so late, but I could ask you something?" Prince's voice leveled on the other line, but happiness remained.

"Sure. What's up?" I asked, quickly narrowing my eyes for a moment.

"We're taking a detour tomorrow night. Grammy's." Prince revealed. "I know it's a last-minute invite, but would you still visit me?"

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