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Present
“You what?” Lexi shrieked through the phone.
“Chica, chill the f**k out,” Chyna said.
“My party is this afternoon. What do you mean you have a photo shoot in New York?”
“It can’t be helped. Fashion week is less than a month away.”
“I don’t care about fashion week, Chyna. It’s your best friend’s engagement party.”
“I know,” she whined. “I tried to explain that to them, but they don’t really care. Plus, we already celebrated when we found out. It’s not the end of the world. I’ll fly you up here to go shopping for it. Oh! Better yet, let me talk to the designer about your dress. We could get it custom-made.”
Lexi shook her head. “You’re insane. Do you know how much a custom dress costs?”
She could almost see Chyna staring blankly. Money wasn’t an object for her. But Ramsey
