Page 37 of Bama's Babe


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I pick up a bright pink dress that has a cool cutout on the back. It would totally show off my tattoo.

The fabric feels like sandpaper against me, even though it’s probably some kind of overpriced silk blend.

Mom’s voice slices through the haze of irritation clouding my mind. “What’s eating at you? I can tell something is on your mind.”

“Stiletto,” I mutter under my breath, tossing the dress back onto the rack. “I think she told you about Bama on purpose.”

“Why would she do that?” Mom asks, grabbing a hanger and examining the tag as if it holds all the answers.

“Because Bama and Stiletto used to be in a situationship,” I say, feeling the word twist bitterly on my tongue. “And I think she’s trying to mess with me. It wasn’t serious between them. They were just sleeping together, you know?”

“Did they end things badly?” Mom looks up, her eyes narrowing slightly.

I shrug, feeling a tight knot form in my stomach. “I don’t know. Bama doesn’t really talk about it, and honestly I’m not sure I want to know.”

“Regardless,” Mom says, stepping closer and placing a hand on my shoulder, “if the two of you are happy, that’s all that matters.”

“Yeah,” I breathe out, feeling some of the tension leak away. “You’re right.”

“Of course I am,” she smirks, giving my shoulder a squeeze. “Now, let’s find you something that’ll knock Bama's socks off.”

“Right,” I nod, forcing a smile as I pull another dress from the rack.

My grip tightens around the hanger, imagining it’s Stiletto’s throat instead.

I swallow hard, my worries slowly eating away at me. “Do you think that the three of them will come around?”

She furrows her brows for a split second. “Who? Your fathers?”

I give her a curt nod.

“Of course they will, babygirl. They just want you to be happy. All you have to do is just give them some time.”

“Time,” I echo, staring at the rows of dresses but seeing only Bama’s face. His crooked grin. His steady hands. His damn irresistible charm. “Yeah, okay.”

“Now, how about this one?” Mom pulls out a dress with a flourish, breaking through my thoughts.

It’s got a deep neckline and a skirt that flares out just enough.

“It’s perfect,” I say, taking it from her.

Mom and I walk through the charming boutique and head over to the dressing room area.

There’s only one dressing room, so she lets me go in first. I start taking off my clothes and try on the teal dress first when she pipes up. “What’s going on with you and Nova lately? You both seem distant.”

Nova, my younger sister.

Licking my lips, I finish tying up the dress and open the dressing booth door. “I wish I could tell you what’s going on. It seems like we’re two ships who pass in the night, barely seeing each other,” I suck in a deep breath.

She’s not wrong in pointing out that we’ve been distant.

Nova and I used to be so close when we were younger, and now I find myself calling our older sister, Kat, just to have some sister time.

She lives in Las Vegas with her husband, Damon, who’s the President of the Las Vegas charter. They have a little girl named Luna and are the perfect couple.

“Kat’s got her own thing going on, you know, but she still finds time to talk to me.” my voice breaks as I head back into the dressing room to try on the next dress.

She’s got her own family and everything, so you think she’d be too busy to talk to me.

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