Chapter Fifty-One: Watch Me, Don’t Play Me
Lyric The rooftop was glowing. Golden string lights wrapped around the balcony rails, soft R&B playing from hidden speakers, and the view of the city skyline behind us looked like something off a Pinterest board. I adjusted my dress — the deep red silk hugged my body in all the right places, that slit up the side showing just enough thigh to make me feel dangerous. Silver heels, glossy lips, and my curls in a bun with the edges slicked to the gods. And Janiyah? Janiyah was a problem. Black fitted dress, back out, gold heels and a bold red lip. Her long curly wig flowing like she was filming a hair commercial every time the wind hit. Every table we walked past, eyes followed. We sat, ordered cocktails and small plates, and for a moment — it was just vibes. “You know what,” Janiyah sa
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