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it was a little longer , I think as I apply a final lick of deep red lipstick to my pouted lips. My blonde hair is in a soft, elegantly messy bun, clipped back with a midnight blue rhinestone hair clasp. I wonder what Lola will wear. She has such beautiful skin! I smile at my reflection, happy that I have found a friend on the dreaded cruise, especially after seeing that Tonya is here too.
    I start slightly at the knock on the bathroom door and turn to open it. Standing in the bathroom is Lola. She’s wearing a mid-length fuchsia skirt and a cropped white halter shirt, completed with pink platform wedges. I gasp and clap my hands in delight when I see her.
    “You look so awesome, Lola! I love those colors on you!” The young girl blushes red and smiles shyly at me.
    “You look great too, Jem!” I reach forward and hug her, and then we leave the suite arm in arm, glowing with excitement and happiness.

    A s we leave the room , I see Tonya stepping out of hers, rolling her eyes at us. She has relaxed her afro, curling the ends of her soft black hair, and applied natural, golden-tinted makeup to her face. Her dress is a little black designer number with low-cut cleavage and a slightly flared bottom, highlighting all of her best assets. In golden stilettos, Tonya follows Lola and I slowly to the dining hall, eager to make a fashionably late entrance, of course.
    As Lola and I make ourselves comfortable in the leather dining chairs, Tonya saunters into the room, making everyone stop chatting for a few seconds to take in her sultry appearance. Nate, who had been staring at me, turns to look at what had caused the sudden silence in the room. Even I can’t deny that Tonya is a stunning woman. She looks amazing in the black dress.
    “Hi, Nathan,” Tonya purrs, ignoring everyone else in the room as she makes her way over to the main table. She sits down across from him and gives him her most seductive smile. Seeing her look at him so hungrily is making me upset. My stomach is in knots. Nope! That’s seasickness! my inner voice says jokingly. I really do feel queasy, but I don’t want Tonya to see me throw up all over the table.
    I rush out of the dinner before any introductions are made. I feel nauseous and seasick due to the constant gentle rocking of the cruise ship. I make it to the railings of the outdoor deck and stick my head over them, retching my lunch up into the dark, black waters below. I hang my head after the last dry heave, feeling sticky and sweaty; the fact that I am not wearing flat shoes doesn’t help either. I know my makeup is ruined but I don’t care.
    Right now all I want is to curl up in my bed and fall asleep. It’s been a long day and seeing Nate and Tonya has dampened my mood. At least I have Lola to keep me company , I think, managing to smile to myself despite feeling so ill. The younger singer obviously sees me as a mentor. I will have to tell her about Cole Hayes before the trip is up. I cannot allow Lola to stay with him as a manager…or as a “friend”.
    My head is spinning and I look around for a bench to sit on while the world comes back into focus. I see one farther down the deck in a pool of soft amber light and make my way towards it, steadying myself on the railings with my right hand. I reach the bench and flop down onto it, reaching down to unbuckle and remove my high silver shoes. Once the uncomfortable shoes are under the seat, I close my eyes and lay down on the wooden bench, my feet curling up behind me. In this position, I don’t feel quite so nauseous and find the rocking of the ship slightly pleasant. I decide to rest until the beginning of the dinner is over, then make my way inside for dessert. I don’t feel up to facing my manager’s “advice” about how to sex myself up, nor am I looking forward to the awkward silence between Nate and I.
    I can’t believe the way Tonya was looking at him. She knows he’s my ex! Why would she try to hurt me? I barely know her!