Hours later, I stepped out of the car as the bodyguards guided me to the front entrance, where I met up with Nikki and McKayla standing at the front of Nordstrom.
“As usual, you're late.” McKayla rolled her eyes, and I flipped her off.
“Sorry, I was a little caught up.”
“Caught up with whom?” Nikki teased, picking up a pair of shoes from the rack.
“Sante and I made up.”
“As in staying married?” McKayla probed. I walked around to check the sale on the boots.
“Yes. I went to talk to him at his parents’ house.”
“I’m happy for you,” McKayla said.
“He listened to me because I was ready to leave officially.” I placed the shoes back down on the stand.
“I remember the mess with Savio.”
“You two sound like you’ve been through some rough times,” Nikki implied.
“He’s onboard with the busin
