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Plaza having a private viewing of all their latest merchandise. One of the great perks of being a celebrity or socialite was being able to shut down an entire store and shop without the interruption of people asking for pictures and autographs.
     Plus Dylan always got first dibs on the hottest and latest clothes and shoes before anyone else. Dressed head to toe in denim, Dylan rocked a denim button up shirt, unbuttoned to the center of her chest with no bra. A pearl Chanel pin rested on the breast pocket of the top. The rest of the look consisted of a ripped denim skirt, Chanel lucite cuff bracelet and nude Louboutin Pigalle heels. In love with BCBG’s fall collection, Dylan sipped on a chilled glass of rosé champagne while sifting through racks of beautiful dresses. She was so consumed in the clothing that she hadn’t even noticed that Billie wasn’t as into it and was casually scrolling through the store aimlessly.
    “This is sick.” Dylan held up a $400 black and white evening dress with a thigh high slit. “Ooh and this leather pullover is sick,” she gushed.
    “I can’t get with that look. That’s a lil’ too hood for me.” Billie looked at the top as if it stunk. “I haven’t worn a pullover since college.”
    “You ain’t about that life,” Dylan laughed.
    “I sholl in the fuck ain’t,” Billie laughed too. “So how is my brother holding up?”
    Dylan stopped and sighed.
    “As well as can be, I guess. He really doesn’t talk about it that much. I guess he’s trying to keep a strong face so I won’t get scared but it’s not working. I’m scared shitless. I mean we’ve only been married a minute and he already might be taken away from me again. It’s like we can’t catch a break.”
    “I know the feeling,” Billie mumbled.
    “I just wish this whole thing would just go away,” Dylan remarked.
    “Everything is gonna work out. He’s not going to jail,” Billie answered, hoping she sounded convincing.
    “I hope so. So how have you been? We haven’t really been able to talk since the party. By the way, thank you again.”
    “No problem, we’re family girl. But I’ve just been busy with the kids, Knox and the art museum. I’m drained,” Billie confessed.
    “You seem stressed out. I can look at you and tell. You sure that’s all it is,” Dylan asked innocently.
    “Yeah,” Billie replied, alarmed. “Why would you think it was anything else?”
    “I don’t know… you just seem… different. I can’t really pin point what it is, it’s just something.”
    “I mean I’m nervous about Angel of course. Other than that I don’t know what you’re picking up on. I’m fine, I swear,” Billie persisted.
    “Okay calm down. I believe you,” Dylan chuckled thrown off by her persistence.
     “But you know what? Now that I think about it, you’re not the only one who has been actin’ strange since the party. State has been acting hella strange too,” Dylan thought out loud. “I don’t know what happened. After we spoke that negro just up and left without saying goodbye.”
    “Mmm,” Billie turned her back to Dylan so she wouldn’t see the look of panic in her eyes.
    “Ya’ll didn’t get into did you? ‘Cause I saw ya’ll talking for a minute and ya’ll know how ya’ll do when you’re in the same space,” Dylan inquired.
    “No, not all. Kyrese just wanted an autograph,” Billie responded coolly.
    “Hmm,” Dylan twisted her lips to the side, stumped. “Idk,” she shrugged.
    “Maybe he had an emergency.” Billie tried to throw Dylan off.
    “I’ma text him and ask.” Dylan pulled out her iPhone 5.
    “No!” Billie shrieked, scaring the living daylight out of Dylan.
    “What the hell is wrong wit’ you?” Dylan stepped back.
    “Girl, leave that man alone.” Billie came towards her.  
    “I’m sure he is okay. You ain’t heard about him on the 5 o’clock news so he a’ight. Besides we’re having a girl’s day. State’s trifling ass can wait.”