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if's and's or but's!” Then in typical Kaya style, she shoved her phone into her Louis Vuitton bag before Chantelle had a chance to argue.
    On Saturday night, Chantelle drove to Kaya’s apartment so that they could leave together. Kaya’s apartment was beyond beautiful. Her signature color was red and her designer had found a way to introduce the color throughout the apartment in a tasteful and yet trendy way.
    The two most striking features of the apartment were the huge windows overlooking the city, and the amazing pool that could be reached from the apartment. It, too, overlooked the city. The first time Chantelle swam in the pool she was a bit nervous because it felt as if she might swim right off the building and into the sky! The group of girlfriends had visited regularly since then and enjoyed the chance to swim away from prying eyes and annoying men who couldn’t keep their eyes in their heads or their hands to themselves.
    It wasn’t long before Cherlyn arrived. Cherlyn was a third grade teacher with short, natural hair. She kept it neat and always looked fresh. She used her makeup to accentuate her high cheekbones and startling, almond eyes. She did not fit the stereotype of a Vegas woman in her all-natural clothes. Although she loved to wear cotton in the heat of Vegas, tonight she wore a pale tunic of bamboo that was so soft that you wanted to reach out and touch it as it draped smoothly over her dark skin.
    In contrast, D’aja showed up in a skintight dress that left very little to the imagination. “Heeyyy!” She said as she turned a circle in the middle of the room to give each girl a good look at her tight figure in the shimmering gold dress. “If we gonna do Vegas, let’s do Vegas!” She blew them each a kiss and headed to the bathroom to freshen up her lipstick. D’aja worked as a waitress at one of the casinos. She and Chantelle grew up in the same neighborhood and D’aja was one of the children kept in line by Aunt Janine over the years.
    To this day, Aunt Janine would give a low whistle when talking about D’aja. “That girl took about ten years off my life with her mischief.” Then she would smile because everyone knew that D’aja was one of Aunt Janine’s favorites.
    The evening was relaxing for all of them. They kept their drinking down to a minimum and they did a little dancing, but Chantelle’s heart wasn’t in it. Finally, they headed to an all-night gelato shop. They realized that most cities didn’t cater to everyone’s culinary desires any time of the day or night. So they were happy to crowd into a booth that was a bit too small for them and order their favorite flavors.
    Chantelle didn’t realize that she had been playing with her food until she looked up and saw all eyes on her.
    D’aja rolled her eyes at Chantelle and called her by her childhood nickname. “Channy? What are you doing to that poor bowl of gelato? What, I ask, did that poor little bowl of gelato ever do to you to make you torture it like that?”
    The girls laughed. D’aja could always lighten the mood and point out an issue at the same time, but her look grew a little more serious as she twirled her spoon in her own bowl.
    “I know you’ve got to feel bad about Justin. Girl, he was gorgeous. You can’t tell me that you don’t miss him. I know you say you can’t remember saying ‘I do’, but I remember it, and there was something between you two.”
    Cherlyn nodded quietly. “Chantelle, I wasn’t going to say anything, but I saw it too. Why don’t you just try to get to know the man? He seemed like a real gentleman and he was obviously falling for you!”
    Before Chantelle could answer, Kaya piped up. “Y’all leave the girl alone. She can’t stay married to a man who’s running around trying to get an annulment. How would you feel about that? If the guy was worth keeping, he wouldn’t have bolted back to New York like a bat out of hell. I say it’s time for her to move on.” but then