“Yes, hoe, I love you.”
“Are you good?”
“I’m gucci. The hospital is kicking my ass but I’m stacking money, so life is grand. I just missed you, and before you get all pouty, I’m not saying that to make you feel bad. I just genuinely miss you and feel like we’re in two different worlds now.”
“We’re not. We’ve just both been super busy.”
“I know but it feels like we’re in different spaces.”
“Didn’t you just tell me not to pout?”
She rolled her eyes. “I can pout. I’m the one being kicked to the curb.”
My phone vibrated with another notification letting me know someone was at the gate. I pulled up the cameras and frowned when I didn’t recognize the vehicle. When they pressed the intercom button, I spoke through the app.
“Hi, can I help you?”
“Yes, I’m Addison Bradley, personal assistant to Kameron Tyler. I have a delivery for Makari Phoenix.”
I knew exactly who Kameron Tyler was and considering Omiri had just recently signed a brand deal with them, he had to be the reason they were here.
I tapped my screen to open the gate. “I’ll meet you at the door.”
“Thank you.”
They pulled up in a black sprinter van and unloaded several black carrying cases with portable racks in them. After the two gentlemen who arrived with Addison assembled them, she handed off instructions on what to bring in before she gave me her attention.
“Ms. Phoenix, it’s such a pleasure to meet you. Kameron had me hand select pieces for you from the new line that I felt would personally fit your style. We also have selections for little Miss Avianna. Some match yours and some are special picks just for her. There wasn’t much online about you for me to go from, but Mr. Hayes gave us an idea of what you would like. He also made some suggestions of his top picks after he viewed the new line. Where would you like me to set everything up?”
“Living room is fine.”
She nodded and waved one of the guys over who entered the house with garment bags draped over his arms. She pointed and directed him, walking off toward the living room.
“We are definitely worlds apart. That man just hooked you up with the new line from Kameron Tyler. I am not worthy.”
“Stop, it’s not that big of a deal. He just signed an extension of his contract with them to promote their shoe line and…”
“And he hand selected a wardrobe for you. I’m surprised you didn’t tell them to pack that shit up and go. You’re definitely settled into this life. I love this for us.”
“For us?” I arched my brow and she shrugged.
“Yep, I’m your size, boo. I’m about to be fly as hell out here in these streets.”
We watched them set up everything and it took thirty minutes to completely fill the four racks they brought in. Two for Avi and two for me. At the bottom of each were heels, sandals, and casual sneakers.
“Ms. Tyler hopes you’ll enjoy the selection we picked for you. She’s very interested in including you in our Fall campaign. It would be amazing to have you and Miss Avi featured with Mr. Hayes. If you scan the black labels, it will bring up look books for the pieces you have. Feel free to mix it up however you want, but if you need some ideas, you’ll have them.”
She handed me a thick black folder with Tyler Fall Collection embossed in gold foil on the cover. “The rest of the line is in here. If you see anything else you like, my personal contact information is inside. Just give me a call and I’ll have it sent to you. There’s also a note inside from Kameron.”
I opened the folder and on the first page was a handwritten message.
Makari,
I hope this note finds you well. The pieces selected are designed to cater to women such as yourself. Classy, chic, and bad ass. They’re a mix of elegant and practical, keeping in mind that you’re a mother on the go. I would be honored to further discuss having you as a part of our campaign. You have a lovely family and you represent everything I stand for.
Xoxo,
Kam
