Chyna was riding Brazille about the phone call, in the way that only Chyna can. Brazille, being the stubborn-independent-I-can-handle-anything bitch she has always been, will most likely refuse to open up. It’s actually one of the things that I’m counting on.
I see Chyna walk away and go back to putting the polishes on the wall. Brazille turns and stares out her big picture window straight into the café. At first I thought she was looking at me so I froze. This would ruin everything. Just as I began to panic I saw her dab her eyes with a Kleenex. I let out a deep breath as I realize she was just standing there crying and trying to collect herself. ‘Ah bitch you have a heart now?’ I chuckle at the thought of her crying, a sight I had never seen. However, it is too late for the tears my dear.
After a few minutes it appears that Brazille takes a big breath and turns around, drops the Kleenex in the trash can near the first nail station and goes back to hanging pictures.
I have to admit the salon was coming along quite nicely but I really hadn’t expected anything less from her. She did love for things to appear perfect, especially if they weren’t.
After Chyna finishes filling the L shaped glass case with what seems like thousands of big and little jars, boxes and what I assumed were other supplies she turns around and says something to Brazille. Brazille then points to the back of the salon. Once Chyna disappears into the back I think of how gratifying it would feel to be a sniper so I could shoot Brazille right between her big round beautiful lying eyes and watch her crumple to the carpet. I can just picture her taking her last breath as she lay there dying, the big red blood stain soaking into her new expensive carpet. I snap out of my daydream when I realize that would be doing her a favor because it would be over too quick. The people I represent and I need this to be up close and personal. She definitely has to suffer. I sat for I don’t know how long, enjoying the view from the café window and my breakfast, until a delivery truck from some new upscale bakery, Tiny Cakes, pulls up and blocks my once perfect view into the salon. I look at my watch and see that I only have thirty minutes to get to my appointment.
I stand up gather my trash and drop it in the trash can next to the door. I hate to miss the rest of the show but I have to remember the finale is going to be well worth this small sacrifice.
‘Goodbye for now Brazille. See you soon.’
Chapter 4: The Grand Opening
As I accept the delivery from Tiny Cakes Bakery, I begin to get butterflies in my stomach again realizing that I have less than an hour before the salon is scheduled to open its doors to the public. I don’t really get a chance to let the feeling take over because my receptionist arrives. I say “Good morning Amber”, as I sign the invoice for the cupcakes.
“Good morning Ms. English. Are you ready for Showtime?” she asks smiling.
“I feel confident Amber and I know that today is going to be epic,” I reply. “Well, I hate to throw you right in the fire but I need you to get this espresso machine going and put the cupcakes on the lazy Susan in the middle of this table.”
“No problem, Ms. English. That’s what I am here for.” Amber says with a bright smile and her grey eyes twinkling as she goes to get the coffee going.
I turn towards the back of the salon and notice that Chyna has not come back out front yet.
“Chyna! Chyna!” I finally see her turn the corner.
“What girl?” Chyna says with this disgusted look on her face as if I truly interrupted something that was more important than me and this salon at the moment.
“Oh wow! That is rude. Did I disturb you?” I say, sarcasm on fleek.
“No. I’m sorry. I am just so aggravated with myself and Joaquin right now. I knew I shouldn’t…” She stops mid-sentence as she notices Amber setting up the cupcakes. “Who is that white girl up at the front
I see Chyna walk away and go back to putting the polishes on the wall. Brazille turns and stares out her big picture window straight into the café. At first I thought she was looking at me so I froze. This would ruin everything. Just as I began to panic I saw her dab her eyes with a Kleenex. I let out a deep breath as I realize she was just standing there crying and trying to collect herself. ‘Ah bitch you have a heart now?’ I chuckle at the thought of her crying, a sight I had never seen. However, it is too late for the tears my dear.
After a few minutes it appears that Brazille takes a big breath and turns around, drops the Kleenex in the trash can near the first nail station and goes back to hanging pictures.
I have to admit the salon was coming along quite nicely but I really hadn’t expected anything less from her. She did love for things to appear perfect, especially if they weren’t.
After Chyna finishes filling the L shaped glass case with what seems like thousands of big and little jars, boxes and what I assumed were other supplies she turns around and says something to Brazille. Brazille then points to the back of the salon. Once Chyna disappears into the back I think of how gratifying it would feel to be a sniper so I could shoot Brazille right between her big round beautiful lying eyes and watch her crumple to the carpet. I can just picture her taking her last breath as she lay there dying, the big red blood stain soaking into her new expensive carpet. I snap out of my daydream when I realize that would be doing her a favor because it would be over too quick. The people I represent and I need this to be up close and personal. She definitely has to suffer. I sat for I don’t know how long, enjoying the view from the café window and my breakfast, until a delivery truck from some new upscale bakery, Tiny Cakes, pulls up and blocks my once perfect view into the salon. I look at my watch and see that I only have thirty minutes to get to my appointment.
I stand up gather my trash and drop it in the trash can next to the door. I hate to miss the rest of the show but I have to remember the finale is going to be well worth this small sacrifice.
‘Goodbye for now Brazille. See you soon.’
Chapter 4: The Grand Opening
As I accept the delivery from Tiny Cakes Bakery, I begin to get butterflies in my stomach again realizing that I have less than an hour before the salon is scheduled to open its doors to the public. I don’t really get a chance to let the feeling take over because my receptionist arrives. I say “Good morning Amber”, as I sign the invoice for the cupcakes.
“Good morning Ms. English. Are you ready for Showtime?” she asks smiling.
“I feel confident Amber and I know that today is going to be epic,” I reply. “Well, I hate to throw you right in the fire but I need you to get this espresso machine going and put the cupcakes on the lazy Susan in the middle of this table.”
“No problem, Ms. English. That’s what I am here for.” Amber says with a bright smile and her grey eyes twinkling as she goes to get the coffee going.
I turn towards the back of the salon and notice that Chyna has not come back out front yet.
“Chyna! Chyna!” I finally see her turn the corner.
“What girl?” Chyna says with this disgusted look on her face as if I truly interrupted something that was more important than me and this salon at the moment.
“Oh wow! That is rude. Did I disturb you?” I say, sarcasm on fleek.
“No. I’m sorry. I am just so aggravated with myself and Joaquin right now. I knew I shouldn’t…” She stops mid-sentence as she notices Amber setting up the cupcakes. “Who is that white girl up at the front
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