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It was a typical hot and humid afternoon in Miami. There wasn’t a gray cloud in the sky and the sun was beaming.

After lunch, Lola headed to one of the best places to shop . . . South Beach. She went to one of her favorite stores on Washington Avenue, Milly’s on the Beach. It was this vibrant and trendy boutique that carried all the latest fashions, amazing retro looks and accessory pieces to put any outfit together.

She drove her Escalade to the valet because she didn’t want to hassle with finding a parking spot. An attendant ran over and opened her door. She tipped him after he helped her out.

Lola got out wearing a short, white halter dress with a floral lace design on top, pleated chiffon bottom and the same floral lace design trim on the bottom of the skirt. She wore her white Prada sunglasses and white Prada bag.

As she walked towards the front door, she saw Blair’s pearly white Benz CLS 500 and Crystale’s purple BMW Z4.

“Hey, Milly. How are you?” Lola asked practically screaming as she walked in making her presence known.

“Hi, Míja. I’m fine. How are you?” asked Milly walking towards her excited to see her.

“I’m great,” Lola said giving her a hug and a kiss.

Lola had been coming to Milly’s boutique for about four years. Everyone knew that’s where she went when she had a hot date and wanted to impress them. So sometimes, it seemed like she was there every other day.

“So, who is he this time?” asked Milly curiously.

But before Lola could get another word out, her friends dragged her to the sitting area in front of the changing rooms.

“Come, come, come and sit, sit, sit,” said Blair patting the sofa cushion next to him.

“Spill it, Girl,” said Crystale.

Blair Anon was her 26-year old, gay, male friend who stood 6’0” tall with the dreamiest blue eyes and jet black hair. He was Brazilian with the most beautiful tan, slender build and all the fashion diva a best friend could ever want.

Crystale Harris was her 25-year old, light-skinned Creole and Dominican female friend. She had caramel hazel eyes, pouty lips and long, dark red hair. She stood 5’7” tall with a size 6 waist and shapely figure.

Lola told them the story as she tried on clothes. She definitely told them about the kiss.

“So, that’s why I have to look spectacular tonight,” said Lola coming out of the changing room in a gold, mini dress with the back out.

“Next!” said Blair snapping his fingers.

“It’s nice,” said Crystale. “But not for tonight.”

“Definitely not. Next!” Blair said again.

Lola went back into the dressing room to try on another outfit.

“So Lo . . . What if he doesn’t show up tonight?” asked Blair.

Crystale immediately pinched him for saying that.

“It’s ok, Crystale,” said Lola hearing Blair’s grunts. “I’ve thought about it. And it’ll just be his lost if he doesn’t.”

Lola came back out in this floor length, form fitting, strapless fuchsia dress with jeweled detailing. She loved it the minute she tried it on.

“I like the dress, but it’s not the right one for tonight,” said Blair.

“I know, but I’m getting it anyway. I like it, too,” she said looking at her backside.

She came out a few more times in different outfits and nothing was working. She wanted something scandalous, possibly red and that grabbed attention. And showing flesh was always a must.

Blair and Milly went around the entire store looking for other outfits for Lola. They came back with a hand full of pieces for her to try on.

This time when she came out, she was smiling.

“Damn girl! You almost make me wanna go straight wit all that ass,” said Blair making everyone laugh.

“You look sexy as hell, Lo,” said Crystale shaking her head. “I sure hope he comes.”

“Me too, Girl,” said Lola checking herself out. “Me, too.”

Next was Crystale’s turn. She had to find something to wear, too. Lola didn’t want to see her in another hospital scrub or hair in a ponytail.

“You’re not a med student tonight, Crissy. You’re a sexy hot mama who’s goin’ to the club and showing off some ASSets, if you know what I mean. And I don’t want to hear shit about Derrick,” said Lola.

“Yeah . . . No conservative, doctor-to-be bullshit tonight, Biatch. It’s all about the grown and sexy and being a rebel,” said Blair snapping his fingers again.

Crystale knew Lola and Blair meant well. So, she entertained them and tried stuff on. Lola and Blair found her the perfect outfit.

They all got extra clothes, accessories and shoes. And Lola paid for everything. She loved spoiling her friends. They were the closest thing to a brother and sister she had.

The bill came up to almost $13,000. Lola pulled out her credit card. That’s why Milly loved her so much. She always spent money when she was in there.