"I’m telling you Hadlee,” she and the girls were in the boutique they should have been in the week before and Shamia was bouncing from one foot to the other. “Your mother told my mother that Eric said he was marrying you whether you liked it or not. He also said he was putting you on his album and taking you on the road with him.”
“He hasn’t mentioned any of this to me.” She groaned as she flicked through a rack of dresses. “It’s been a week and if it wasn’t for the fact he and Dante were going to meet with the label today I would still be in bed with my feet up while he force-feeds me. I seriously have a new appreciation for those ducks they feed for foie gras. I’ve gained three pounds in a week!”
“It’s baby weight.”
“No. It’s not. It’s Eric weight.” She made a face, “and can I just sa
