The Mission by C.C. Solomon

Author:C.C. Solomon [Solomon, C.C.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781483518398
Publisher: BookBaby
Published: 2014-01-15T00:00:00+00:00

Part Two: The Find

Chapter Thirteen

Rule #12: No drama. Rise above his problems and be the bigger woman. It might just get him to change his ways.

So what I’m getting from this is if your date acts like a jerk, don’t scratch him in the face like an angry alley cat; rise above it and be the lady I am. I must maintain class and make him look like the ass he is by reacting with dignity. Now, that’s not bad advice. Of course, easier said than done. I was going to a class reunion full of buttheads I used to despise. It’s easy to revert back to that time and react like a teenager again as soon as some hater hussy cuts her eyes at me. Maybe this would be good practice.

“You’re looking fierce, girl. You can do this. It’s okay that you’re not bringing a date. You can just tell them that your man is away on business, just like you tell the folks at work,” I coached myself before leaving my house.

And I was feeling all sorts of fierce that night. I had on a body-hugging peach satin dress with black lace trim by my favorite sister-girl designer, Tracy Reese. On my feet I had black, round-toe stilettos, and my hair was done in loose curls. I had to look better than every woman in there. Only that would make it okay for me to go to the reunion alone.

So there I was, driving to the hotel my reunion would be hosted in, keeping my nerves in check. As I pulled into a parking space, my excitement grew. I gave a final check in my car mirror to make sure my practically airbrushed makeup was still flawless, and then got out. Once inside I searched for my reunion hall, and walked the long walk there.

I was overwhelmed by the amount of people, forgetting about the large and diverse mix of my class. I walked to the welcome table and got my nametag, which was my senior year picture with my name under it. I did not care for the short cut I was sporting in the picture, but I wasn’t too shabby-looking.

“Sheila, over here!” someone cried.

I turned and saw my two high school gal pals, Sango and Chelsea.

Sango was married, with twins on the way, and she looked like she was about to pop any minute. Chelsea was an accountant, divorced after marrying her high school sweetheart (how we hoped he wouldn’t show), but looked better than ever. Her nametag was slightly torn, and I quickly realized she had torn off her picture. I didn’t blame her. Chelsea had bad acne, uncontrollable frizzy curls and braces in high school. The only reason she was even popular was because she was our friend, and everyone knew she was rich. It was only in her senior year that she started to come into her own, but apparently not enough to keep the picture.

Now she looked like a slightly younger Nicole Kidman.

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