“Diamond gon’ have to chill,” I said. I reclined on the sofa, satisfied with our work. We looked good. Faces beat for the gods. Hair laid. Bodies right. Diamond was going to be mad regardless. She was, of course. When we opened the door, Diamond was right behind it, her smile strained as her eyes flickered from girl to girl. I refrained from rolling my eyes and opened my arms for a hug instead.
