• Easing a friendly disposition onto her face, Nola returned the smile and turned toward the woman beside her. “Always bring socks, if nothing else. That’s been my lowkey trick to the trade. I can pop my ass and all that in some heels but I’ll be damned if I bust my ass drunk-walking out the club.” She laughed lightly, watching the small waves as she kicked her feet back and forth. “Y’all did real good with all this, sis. I couldn’t have done it, that’s for sure.”
“Okay, but forreal. Repeat that so I can write it down on a sticky note and slap it on my forehead. I’m the queen of busting my ass on the way out of the party. Or at least, that’s what I’ve heard.” She joked with a shake of her head. “Girl, I’m still shocked we got this done in matter of 24 hours. I was five seconds of way from getting this man a cupcake with a single candle in it; you don’t understand. But, thank you. After tonight, I’m really relaxing for the rest of this damn trip.”













