Page 70 of It’s The Dawg In Him For Me

“Well, I didn’t like the bottom. And the sides, maybe you took the wrong measurements.”

“I didn’t,” I said with my whole chest. “It fit just fine when you were here last time.”

She shrugged. “I don’t know what to tell you, luv. You are just going to spend all your time fixing it.”

Before I could respond, Denise pulled me aside.

“Do you want to fix it?” she asked. “’Cause I will put her out right now. She fucked that dress up.”

I looked ova at her and the dress, thinking about how much time I was about to spend fixing what she fucked up.

“I’ma fix it, and I’ma run the price up on her.”

Denise smiled. “As you should, but any more issues or if you change your mind, let me know.”

“I’ma fix your dress,” I said, walking back ova to her. “And I’ma charge you more, and if you don’t like that, you can leave with what you have now.”

Mariah smiled. “That’s just fine, and I hope this time you take your time doin’ it and don’t be chasing your man around the city.”

She walked back to the dressing room and closed the curtain like she was really doing something.

“Yo,” Raven said. “Shorty is crazy.”

We all agreed.

A few minutes later, Mariah walked out with the dress in her hand.

“I will text you the changes I want made,” she said as she walked to the door.

“No need. She won't be makin’ any of your changes,” Denise yelled out.

Once the door closed behind Mariah, I flopped down on the couch.

“I’ma have to go home and start fixing this shit now.”

Raven shook her head. “I would have told her to kiss my ass. Pitbull has taken care of you. Send her a text and say never mind.”

“I agree with Raven,” Denise said. “She is not gonna be your last client.”

I nodded. “Yeah, but she is not gonna be my only crazy one either.”

I stood up and got all my things together, then hugged my girls and told them I'd see them when I was done, and I walked outta the store.

On my drive home, I was still thinking bout Mariah and what she did, and was still pissed. So I called Rosama to calm me down.

“Wussup, luv?” he said as soon as he picked up.

“Hey, I had a long day.”

I could hear Dre and the rest of his people in the background getting further and further away.

“What happened, boo?” he asked.

“My client is crazy. She went into the dressing room and fucked up the dress. Now she is texting me a bunch of changes D already told her wasn’t gonna get done.”

“That’s crazy, boo. Is it a lot of work?”

“Yeah, it—who the fuck trashed my porch again!” I yelled.