Page 57 of Tyriq & Teaira
“A little but I’m definitely going to need this.” She raises her coffee mug. “This is crazy.”
“It’s a lot,” I agree.
We turn the corner in their room and see the controlled chaos that’s their living room. Their potential outfits for tonight are hanging on a small clothing rack and shoes are placed in front of it on the floor. Assorted accessories are on one table and Quay is sitting in a chair, getting her hair styled and face beat. A mirror image of this exact scene was in my suite an hour ago.
Tyriq’s agency reached out and thanks to a bad ass sistah there, Sovoya, all of this was arranged before we flew in. She gave me a list of local MUAs and hairstylists along with each of their Skroll accounts. I checked everybody out and made my picks. I sent them to her and she set everything up.
Quay spots me and quickly smiles. She’s being very careful not to move and interrupt the ladies. I greet Sharonda,Mika, and Kiraq and they all smile. I’ll see them one final time around four for final touches.
“I’m next,” Miss Latisha says as soon as we find spots on the loveseat and sit. “I think I’m going to keep my braids down though.”
“They’re pretty down. I love them.”
“I like ’em down too,” Quay mumbles. “Is he mad at me?” she asks.
“No. He’s not mad. He was just worried that y’all were going to miss tonight. That’s all. Once y’all got on that plane at CFA, he was good.”
“I don’t know why she keeps her license in her car. I told her she needs to have it on her at all times, not in that damn car. We got all the way to the airport and waited in that long ass line only for her to not have it and they do not let you fly without it. I bet she’ll keep it with her now.”
“Momma,” Quay whines.
“Don’t momma me. I’m gon’ speak my peace,” she says and Quay sucks her teeth. “Gurlll.”
“Well, you’re here now. That’s all that matters.” I say, trying to be the peacemaker. “Tyriq has his ladies with him and he wants to make sure we all look pretty for the cameras. Pretty and calm, no stress, no fussing.”
“Can I have my phone in there?” Quay asks.
“Yes but no flash or lights on the phone are allowed.” I turn to Miss Latisha. “Have you decided what you’re going to wear?” I ask and her face lights up. She’s a beautiful woman, but petite and short. Quay, and of course Tyriq, both tower over her and she looks so tiny next to them.
“I really like that sequined jumpsuit,” she says and I stand and walk to the rack. “I think it’s too long though. I don’t want to trip and fall on my ass.”
I push the other outfits back a little on the rack so I can get a clear look at the romper. It’s exquisite. The color is more of a clay red so it’s subtle which makes the rhinestones on the sleeveless top half pop. It cinches at the waist and has wide pant legs. I think it’s perfect.
“I love this,” I admit. “And I hope with these jeweled heels.”
“Yeah. With those. They’re comfortable and not too high.”
“The seamstress is still upstairs. If you want to wear this, and I think you should, we can have her come down and hem them.”
“Yeah, Momma. Do that. That was so cute on you,” Quay cosigns.
“Let me look at it one more time.” Miss Latisha stands.
She joins me at the rack, grabs the jumpsuit, places it in front of her, and walks closer to the full-length mirror. After staring at herself for a few moments, she agrees with us.
“Okay. Yeah. I love it too. Yeah, this is the one. Please see if she can hem it.”
“Alright. Let me get out of your way so I can check on him and send her down. Four-fifteen on the dot, we all have to be downstairs. Not a minute late. He’s on the red carpet at five-thirty. We’ll be inside at our table on the floor.”
“I want to see everything inside,” Quay scoffs.
“You should be able to. You’ll have a pass. Plus, his agent has a suite or something in the Barclays Center so there’ll even be food and drinks in there.”
“Good.”
“Okay. I’m out and I’ll send her down, Miss Latisha.”
When I start to walk off, she grabs my hand. “Thanks for taking care of all of this,” she says sincerely.
