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twenty-five-ish girl who was reminiscent of Amy Winehouse, complete with a ridiculous beehive-type sixties hairdo, tattoos, and gothic makeup. Sidney couldn’t tell if she planned on opening a salon or a tattoo parlor. The other seat was next to an older, heavyset white gentleman who had an oxygen tank beside his desk and breathed like he was in a porno.
Amy Winehouse, here I come, baby
.
    Nestling back in his seat next to the faux British pop/rock singer, he took a quick scan of the room.
What the hell am I doing here?
Then he saw her. Right then and there he knew the real reason he had paid $349 for a seminar he didn’t need. His wife-to-be was seated directly across from him. It was as if God himself planted her there for him. Not wanting to seem rude, he tried in vain to catch her eye without being obvious. He would smile at her.
Yeah, that always seems to do it. Momma always said I had the prettiest smile this side of Philadelphia. Never mind the fact that Momma hardly ever left the state of Pennsylvania
.
    Just thinking about that, and her, made him chuckle. This caused “Amy” to turn around and stare like he had disturbed her or something. “Sorry,” he said. Not missing a beat, she turned back toward the speaker at the podium. He felt that he should do the same. Periodically, he’d attempt to steal a glance at the beautiful sista, who reminded him of a better-looking Gabrielle Union, which was hard to imagine, because Gabrielle was his ideal woman. He remembered seeing her in Tyler Perry’s film
Daddy’s Little Girls
and leaning over to his sister, Dawn, in the theater, saying, “Now that’s wifey material right there!”
    Two hours and forty-five minutes into the seminar, the moderator stopped for lunch. Everyone headed to an area set up like acafeteria. Sidney would work his magic on “Gabrielle” during lunch. Hell, by the end of the seminar, they would be planning their engagement.
    “Excuse me, was this seat taken?” Sidney asked. Without even looking up, Skylar replied that it was not. Sitting down, he noticed that she was engrossed in a book.
    “What’s that you’re reading?” he asked. This time, looking up, Skylar felt like time was standing still. She was literally speechless. She swore to herself that she had never seen a man so handsome in her life. “Oh, it’s just a novel my book club is reading,” she said, not taking her eyes off him.
“The Bachelorette Party.”
    “Oh, I see. Were ‘we’ thinking of having one of those soon?” He lifted one eyebrow curiously.
    “No, not me, I am happily single,” she lied. “It’s the book club selection we decided on. Our group meets tomorrow, and I have a few pages to finish up. It’s pretty good.”
    “Who’s the writer?”
    “Donald Welch. He’s actually from Philly. It’s his first novel, and it’s making quite a buzz. Will Smith has even optioned the film rights,” she proudly stated, as if she knew the writer and the megastar.
    “Will Smith, wow, that’s impressive. Well it must be pretty good. Sorry, I haven’t heard of the brotha Don, but that’s not saying much. If it isn’t a book on business or stocks and bonds, I’m afraid I have no idea what’s out there,” he said. “I didn’t mean to disturb you. I’ll let you get back to your reading.” And with that, Sidney turned on his BlackBerry and retrieved some emails. Skylar smiled and returned to her reading.
    Why didn’t he say something else to me?
Skylar thought to herself, stealing a glance at him while he appeared to be texting someone, scanning as much of him as she could see, as quickly as she could see it. She didn’t want him to think she was interested or anything, although she clearly was. After all, she had not been able to concentrate on anything she was reading since she first laid eyes on this heavenly creature. She noticed he wasn’t wearing a ring—that was agood sign right there. Or was it? Playas often didn’t wear their wedding bands