Page 29 of The Plus One

“The truth.” Her eyes widened. I laughed. “Not that truth. Relax.”

“See? You play too damn much.”

“You the one who came up with this dumb shit.”

“And now I’m trying to make it believable.” She put her phone down. “We’ve been talking for a couple months and made it official two weeks ago.”

“Why two weeks?”

“Because it’s recent enough to explain why nobody knows.”

“You do know Bri listened to you talk about doing auditions last night.”

Kema frowned. “Yeah but she's not going and plus we weren't exclusive yet.”

“So fake me wasn’t satisfying you?”

She grinned. “Apparently not.”

“Oh but real me had you cr--”

"Okay Ace. Moving on." She laughed before picking her phone back up. “Fine. We’d been talking, but we only made it official recently.”

“Aight.”

“And we kept it private because we knew Markel would make it weird.”

“He finna make it weird, you know that right?”

“Exactly.” Her fingers moved across the screen.

I shook my head. “You really taking notes?”

“I’m not getting caught in a lie because you decided to freestyle.”

“I don’t need notes.”

“Good for you but I do.”

Her phone started ringing before I could respond. She looked at the screen and froze. “Sierra.”

“Answer it.”

“No.”

“Why?”

“Because I haven’t told her you’re coming yet.”

I stared at her. “You asked me before you asked the bride?”

“I already had the plus one option. She’ll be fine.” My phone stopped ringing. Then immediately started again.

I laughed. “You better answer that shit.”

Kema groaned before swiping across the screen. “Hey, Sisi.”

“Kema Anderson.” Sierra was loud enough for me to hear her from across the island.