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suggestion?” Fatu asked.
    “Sure.”
    “Would you mind if I sent my personal shopper over to your place of business, so you wouldn’t have to make that extra trip out to the mall?”
    I knew I didn’t hear him right. “Your what?”
    “My personal shopper,” Fatu repeated.
    “And what would this person do?”
    “There’s a woman my brother and I use to do our personal shopping for us. She works for Saks Fifth Avenue. If you’re up for it, I can have her come to you with a large selection of clothing, and that way, you wouldn’t have to go out.”
    Shocked by his generous gesture, I asked him how much this service would cost.
    “Not to worry! My brother and I spend an awful lot of money there, so they would do this small favor as a courtesy. Tell me, who are your two favorite designers?”
    Oh, my God! Was this nigga serious? Was he really going to send his personal shopper to my shop with a shitload of clothes so I could pick out something to wear that night? I mean, damn! I had plenty of cats take me to Bergdorf Goodman, as well as all the other expensive-ass stores to spend a lot of dough on me, but I never had one of them call a store and have one of the store’s representatives bring their merchandise to me. Today I was going to find out how that felt.
    After I thought for a few moments, I lied and told Fatu that Vera Wang and Heidi Weisel were my favorite designers. I hadn’t ever owned a thing from either of them. Prada, Dior, Gucci, and Roberto Cavalli were my favorite designers, and I had a closet full of clothes to prove it. Now that I was about to add Vera and/or Heidi to my collection, I was going to be one bad bitch for real!
    Fatu and I ended our conversation shortly after I gave him my dress and shoe sizes. I made sure to tell him how thankful I was that he’d go through so much trouble to make sure I had something to wear that night.
    “Believe me, it’s no problem,” Fatu assured me before we said goodbye. I had literally just hung up the telephone when Carmen damn near jumped into my arms.
    “Did I just hear you give this man your dress and shoe sizes?” Her eyes were filled with excitement.
    I smiled and nodded.
    “Don’t smile. Spill the beans! Tell us what’s going on,” Carmen insisted.
    “Yeah, tell us what he said,” Rachael added.
    I sat in my chair and looked over to see what Nikki was doing. She was still on the phone with Bintu. I huddled the girls in closer and spoke in a low whisper. “When I told him that I was going to be late to his party because I still hadn’t had a chance to go out and buy something white, he insisted that I let him send a personal shopper from Saks over here with a couple of racks of clothes so I could do my shopping while I’m working.”
    “You have got to be kidding me!” Rachael exclaimed. “You mean to tell me that this man is getting someone from Saks to come all the way over here with some clothes so you can pick out something to wear tonight?”
    “Yep,” I said proudly.
    “Now, that’s some fly shit!” Rachael nodded in approval.
    “You sure ain’t lying about that,” Carmen commented. “Because I didn’t know that stores like that would send their merchandise out so that regular customers could shop away from the store. I knew they did it for celebrities, or people who got plenty of money.”
    “Well, I guess Fatu is one of those people with plenty of money,” Rachael concluded with a smile.
    “Yeah, it seems that way,” I agreed.
    “It sure does. But what I want to know is, what time can we expect the clothes to get here? I’m dying to see what kind of stuff he’s going to send.” Carmen looked at her watch with impatience.
    “I can’t wait to see what comes through that door, either.”
    I sat back and imagined how everything was going to go down when the personal shopper came strolling through the door. I also envisioned how Nikki was going to react. She had already started hating when she found out that