Tiara
“What on earth are you thinking?” Melody attepmtps to infuse her tone with criticism but she is betrayed by the unmistakable undertone of excitement that bobbles in her voice.
“It’s totally nothing, Mel.”
“Nothing?” she is slightly taller than me so I have to walk faster to keep up with her steps as we stride down the hallway to the Grand Ballroom, where all the guests are meeting. “You dating Ryan is not nothing. Gurl, he was your sister’s boyfriend.”
“'Was’ being the operative word here.”
“So what? He dumps her ass and all of a sudden he’s into you?”
“Mel, they broke up two years ago, and is it so hard to believe that Ryan can actually want to be with me?” Even I don’t believe it as the words comes out of my mouth.
She shrugs her toned shoulders. “Actually nah, I mean you cute and all but babes, this is Ryan. Ryan Shelby. And you don’t want to play with fire. You don’t want to mess with Ciara now do you?”
Technically, that’s the whole plan.
“We’re just y’know taking things slow. And besides it’s still new so we barely even know each other.”
She gives me a skeptical look. “First, you don’t ‘barely’ know each other. You’ve know Ryan for six years. And second, you’re already in a relationship with a guy you believe you barely know? That’s a hard sell for you.”
I understand her skepticism. It was almost impossible for me to date in college and when I finally did, I broke it off two months later because I felt we didn’t know each other that well. My dating life after school hasn’t experienced any progress either.
I give her what I hope is a nonchalant shrug. “It’s not wrong to want to try things out. Test the waters.”
Even though those waters are dangerously hot.
Her excitement wins over and she gives me a sly grin that gets me grinning back. “Dammit,” she squeals, “Who woulda thought? Anyway, girl look, asides from everything I just said, I love that you’re outta your shell. Who would’ve thought it only needed Ryan Shelby to do what I’ve been trying to do for years.”
“And what’s that?”
“Try to get you a damn man.” She does a small dance. “Oh Ryan is indeed the perfect man. I mean for starters he’s got the perfect body.”
“Oh geez, Mel, just now you were talking ‘bout how it’s unfair to Ciara.”
“That was me trying to be logical and that is so not my specialty. My specialty is looking good enough to eat!”
My shoulders shake as I laugh over her statement. She is right, she does look good though, in a short white dress that complements her mahogany skin and her hair in a clean ponytail. I had only managed to pull on an apple blossom strap dress and wrap my hair in what I hope is a pretty bun before she pulled me out of the suite.
I sober up. “Damn it, you’ve only been gone for two weeks and I missed you so much.”
“Gurl, I’ve only been gone for two weeks and you’ve already started dating Ryan Shelby. Don’t underestimate the power of two weeks.”
She pushes the door to the ballroom open and our conversation is swallowed by the chatter in the room.
It is a big hall, with several crystal chandeliers decorating the high ceilings above me, basking the room in a golden glow. The air is thick with the scent of flowers and expensive wine, and elegant drapes frame the tall windows, filtering the last rays of the sunset. There is a huge fancy dining table in the middle with a Maitre d’Hotel and an entire waitstaff arranging the meal courses on the table.
Looking around, I notice there are at least thirty guests present in the room, out of the hundred guests expected, all of them dressed in fancy attires and hairdos and I only know maybe a half of them. Looking down at my dress, I’m glad I picked this dress, it fits my upper form and gives me a classy look. I hope.
There is Aunty May from mom’s side and some of my distant uncles and cousins that I barely remember. Then there is a bunch of relatives from Donald Lempton’s side – it’s easy to recognize them from the aristocratic set of their nose. I can’t see Ciara anywhere.
I can’t spot Ryan either. When he left the suite, I just figured he’d be here. What if they’re together, and she is begging him to change his mind? Ciara always gets her way. What if at this moment they are …
“Tiara!” Across the crowd, a little to my right, somebody thunders my name and I whip around to see a man sauntering towards me through the small crowd. He has the same brown hair as me, the same big hazel eyes, and when he smiles, it is almost a reflection of mine.
“Dad!”
Grinning from ear to ear, he pulls me into a bear hug, crushing me, and for a second I inhale his outdoorsy scent. “Oh God, Tee, I’ve missed you.”
“Me too.”
He holds me at arms length, looking me over with pride in his eyes. “You’ve changed so much, Tee. Geez, you let your hair grow longer.”
“Yeah.” No one ever looks at me the way my dad does, like I’m the biggest achievement in his life. I hug him again, feeling suddenly emotional.
“It suits you.” He says.
“Nice to see you, Mr. James,” Melody interrupts, “Tee, imma go see some guests and meet you during dinner.”
I nod to her and turn back to my father again. “You’ve not changed at all. How’s Africa treating you?”
“It was the best experience. But let’s not talk about work now, let’s talk about you? What’s going on with the studio.”
I spend the next ten minutes locked in a heartfelt chit-chat with my father. He wanted to know about my whole life in those ten minutes and I decide to give him a short run-down of everything going on somehow managing to exclude Ryan. Not like there is much to say anyway.
“I’m going to say hi to mom,” I tell him after the rundown, “See you at the dinner.”
My mother is at one part of the hall, engaged in a conversation, with Aunt May and cousin Amy. She looks up when she sees me and a smile passes through her lips.
“Tiara, come here,” she pulls me in for a brief hug first then passes me onto Aunt May, who hugs me and mutters an excuse to leave.
Amy pulls me into a hug too, her hair caressing my shoulders. “It’s nice to see you, Tee” she smiles, then bounds off to the other guests.
Left alone together, my mother regards me in fond silence. She has always been a sophisticated woman, short blond hair and a perfect posture. She has on a fancy blouse and dark pants that gives her the aura of the most important person in the room. Not like she needs the clothes to assume that role.
“You let your hair grow longer,” she comments, still regarding me.
“Yeah. Do you like it?”
“I could. It makes you look younger. Innocent. Try bangs next time, it’ll give you a sophisticated look.”
“I’ll think about it.”
She looks at me, hard. “What are you doing, Tiara?”
“What?”
“I heard. This is a celebrity wedding, there are cameras everywhere. The Shelby boy? I mean I understand the appeal but couldn’t you find someone else? Anyone else?”
I swallow. I feared she would say this, so I give her a rehearsed answer that now sounds stupid to my ears. “The heart wants what it wants mom.”
“Ciara is—”
“Getting married. To someone else. Why should who I date affect her?”
She exhales and her voice gets hard. “This is disastrous, Tiara. Some people might even consider it a scandal.”
I sigh. “Is that why you were excited to see me mom? To call me out on my dating life and comment on my hair?”
“No, no Tiara, no,” she takes my hands in hers, caressing, “I’ve really missed you baby. You never come home anymore.” Her voice has gone soft all of a sudden. My mother gets like that, shifting between hot and cold like the channels on a cable.
“Georgia is pretty far from New York, mom.”
“I know but, it’ll be really nice to have you with me.”
“You have Ciara there,” although she lives in New York like the rest of us, Ciara goes to Georgia all the time, she practically lives there.
She looks down at her hand, then her gaze shifts to the center of the hall. “It’s just not the same.”
I follow her gaze to the center. There is Ryan, in a jean trousers and black shirt that hangs three buttons open in his own fashion.
And he is in a heated conversation with Ciara.
My heart clenches.
Crap! Good job, Ryan, making me look stupid in front of my mother.
I remember how he almost kissed me for the sake of a camera and my frown deepens.
From this vantage point, they look great together; a perfect contrast, light and dark harmoniously intertwined. Her blond hair beautifully complements his dark locks, her light sun-kissed skin providing a stunning backdrop to his deeper, richer California/New York tan. The perfect couple.
Her gaze meets mine, and for a moment we lock eyes. Then with a subtle smile, she begins to make her way over to us.
Blond hair, a slender body draped in a sequence white gown with thigh-high slits up the front, tanned skin, and that aristocratic nose – it’s no wonder Ryan couldn’t get her off his mind.
How stupid can I be? Thinking for a second that I can compare with that – all that Ciara-Lemptons glory.
“Tiara,” her voice is sultry, and smooth like rich honey, “I didn’t think you’d come.”
“You invited me, sis.”
“And,” she continues like I hadn’t spoken, “I didn’t think you’re so utterly incapable of finding someone on your own that you’re willing to scrounge through my leftovers,” her voice takes on a bitter edge I know all too well, “if I didn’t want him there’s a reason but hey I guess you’ll take anyone who’ll have you.”
Ouch! Even after years of experience, her words still hits me square in my belly.
I let out a subtle gasp.
“Not here, Ciara,” our mother hisses, “not now.”
No! What is the point of moving away and being on my own, away from all of them, what is the point of changing if I still let her get to me like this?
Aiming, to wipe the smug look off her face I give her a small smile of my own, “he dumped you, Ciara,” I say, keeping my voice even, “not the other way round.”
Her face darkens and she takes a sharp breath, ready to unleash another verbal blow but just in time, Ryan appears beside me, his confident stride and protective stance diffusing the tension. His hand wraps reassuringly around my waist and I feel my shoulders relax. I know it’s all an act, and I try to stop my automatic reaction to him, but my body quivers in response.
“Nice to see you, Grace,” he drawls. Then he nods to Ciara, keeping on a cool expression, “once again, this has been a pleasure. We’ll go take our seats now.”
He guides me forward, till we’re practically in the center of the hall, the center of attention as more eyes turn to stare.
The glare of camera flashes assaults my eyes once more, a kaleidoscope of light bursting from every direction as photographers scramble to get the perfect shot. It’s like whenever Ryan touches me, an alarm goes off in their heads.
I feel an overwhelming urge to escape, to shrink away and conceal myself in a quiet secluded corner, far removed from the intense scrutiny and suffocating attention that’s currently focused on me. It’s all just too much.
But just as I’m about to back away from the lights, Ryan’s hold on my waist tightens, drawing me closer to him.
Leaning down to my ear, he kisses my hair softly and whispers, “Embrace it, Tee.”
Blinking, I remember his words from my apartment;
‘All those years of being invisible, Tee, I’m offering you a chance, not only to share the spotlight, but to take it and to be the spotlight. To be the center of attraction. To get back at Ciara.’
To be the spotlight.
Right now in the center of this great hall, with thirty-something different guests looking at me, and dozens of cameras flashing in my direction, I am the spotlight.
And Ciara is back there where I was, in the corner.
I am the spotlight.
And I sure as hell love it.
RyanThe suite is empty when I wake up. Quiet, with the distinct scent of roses that is undoubtedly Tiara. Grabbing the wedding itinerary, I go through the list of events. There is a scheduled breakfast martinee that supposedly begun an hour ago, all guests are instructed to come to the oceanfront lawn for brunch. Technically, I’m not a guest but well…I stride back to my room.Yesterday had been great.The look on Ciara’s face when she confronted me. The shock that had everybody frozen. The dinner that didn’t hold.Ciara had stomped away right after the ‘stunt’ we pulled and the dinner had been called off.It couldn’t have gotten any better. The crowd was entranced by us, the perfect scandal. Even I was entranced. Tiara looked good in the light. Why she hadn’t noticed it is still a wonder to me. Not everybody belonged in the shadows and most certainly not someone that looked the way Tiara did in that green dress.It had been a great night. At least right up to the moment when we came
TiaraYou know what’s better than sailing into the sunset?Sailing into the sunset with your best friends.Rich as my family may be, I’ve never been on a yacht cruise. Never had to experience the thrill of sailing across crystal-clear waters, feeling the warm rays of sunset on my skin and the ocean breeze in my hair. Never had to inhale the salty air and feel the ripples in my skin.Just as the ride starts, I stand on the middle deck, looking over the turquoise water, letting it calm my nerves.What a great time to be alive.The yacht is breathtakingly stunning, with a sleek white hull, expansive windows, and three majestic decks.Suddenly I feel a presence behind me, and I whip around to see Ciara there, staring at me, with a smug look in her eyes. I haven’t seen her all day and I wondered if it had anything to do with the scene we pulled yesterday.“What are you doing?” I ask her.She saunters to stand beside me on the deck. “Considering pushing you over that railing,” she says quie
TiaraThe card pings against the card lock of our suite and I all but scramble in.I can feel his gaze pinned to my back with an unnerving intensity as I walk through the sitting area to my designated room, but I don’t turn around not trusting myself to be logical. I don’t know I can hold on to my control if I see that look in his eyes again.“Goodnight, Tee,” I hear his voice behind me and I nod, flushing a bright red as my hand rests on the doorknob.“Goodnight.”Inside, I let out a pent up breath I didn’t know I’ve been holding since we left the yacht. It was crazy reacting to him like that, but what was even crazier was knowing that if he had wanted to take me right then and there, if he had wanted to fuck me senseless on that yacht, I would’ve given in without so much as a shred of resistance.Taken off my clothes, I make a beeline for the bathroom, standing in the hot shower, playing back everything from tonight in my head. What was that about?It’s like whenever he is close to
TiaraMy body screams in protest as he backs away and I want nothing more than to pull him back to me.“We shouldn’t be doing this,” he growls, pinning me under his gaze.Nodding, I pull my hair away from my face. The knot I tied earlier loosened up while we kissed so I tie it back on top of my head.“You’re right,” I agree in a whisper, “this is absolutely wrong.”“It’s crazy.”“It’s erroneous. You should leave.”“I should leave,” he agrees, “It’s only for the best.”None of us move an inch.I cross my legs, in an attempt to stifle my stimulation. His hands clenches and I know he is making an effort at gaining control.“Everything can go wrong,” he explains.“Uh-huh.”“We’ve got to keep our head in the game.”“The game is all that matters.”A second passes, then two.Shaking his head, he mutters, “I am officially a jerk,” then his hand shoots to slide around my waist, pulling my body to his in one quick motion that has my head reeling. I don’t have time to recover before his mouth ta
RyanHer hair is a soft tangle, splaying and fanning out wildly across the pillow. I watch as the first lights of dawn dances across her face, illuminating the gentle rise and fall of her chest with each peaceful breath.I’ve watched her sleep before, all those nights we spent as friends in her dorm room when she slept either with a pen in her hand or sprawled against a bunch of textbooks.But watching her now is different. Which is as well because we never had sex during those freshman year days. Watching her, it’s like I don’t want to stop, it’s like if I watch her long enough then I can delay the reality of what just happened from hitting me.I slept with Tiara. Despite every shred of common sense telling me to walk away, I couldn’t stop myself. It’ll be better for me if I had some kind of regret or guilt, at least that’ll make me feel less of a jerk. A sign that I’m not completely devoid of conscience – and that thought alone might just spare me from feeling like a total monster.
TiaraI wake up with a goofy grin on my face.I don’t even realize it till I’m standing in the bathroom mirror, staring back at my smiley reflection. I mentally slap myself, wiping the grin off my face. It’s not like it’s the first time I’ve had sex.But to be fair, it is the first time I’m having that kind of sex.The kind that makes you want to combust into a thousand different particles of heat and never come back.Picking up my toothbrush, I look back to my reflection and –And my brows shoots up together in mild shock.My hand automatically flies to my neck, running my fingers across the red-almost-purple bite marks that are a sharp contrast to my pale skin.I gasp loudly. I have a hickey! Make that two hickeys. Oh wait… I turn my neck further… three hickeys!All those biting and sucking yesterday… I should’ve known that’ll leave a mark. I catch the grin spreading on my face in my reflection and I immediately wipe it off.I shouldn’t feel this good about this. But it’s hard not t
Ryan“… and I knew, man, something was off. I could smell it, literally. She had his junk liquid all over her, and she smelt like him. Hell, even when I kissed her she tasted like him.”I am stuck in a ‘bro’ conversation with a bunch of the groomsmen together with Jackson, listening to some guy that looks a lot like a frat guy relaiyng his breakup story to us. His last sentence has all of us staring at him wide-eyed.Tony is the one that speaks first. breaking the shocked silence. “Tasted like him?”“Yeah bro,” frat guy swings his beer, “it sucked. A lot. Never trust a woman.”“Dude, if you knew what he tasted like then don’t you think that maybe you were the problem in your relationship,” Jackson mocks.Frat guy shakes his head. “Nah bro. He was my bro, and she did him all over.”Tony snickers and taps his shoulder. “So what? You off women now?”“Yeah bro,” frat guy shrugs, “I’m never gonna see a girl and say – dang it she is hot!”Perplexed, I glance at him and see that he has total
Tiara“Brighten up a little,” my mom commands, “there are cameras everywhere and you look like you’re about to have a constipation.”I plaster a thin smile. “This is about as good as it can get, mom,” I tell her, forking through my food at the informal dinner, not really eating anything.The restaurant is great, with a sleek upscale vibe and understated luxury and the food, looks – and smells – great. But all my appetites have disappeared inexplicably.“It’s got to do with the Shelby boy doesn’t it?” she queries, “he’s dreamy, Tiara, he’s rich, he is too good-looking for his own good, but those are not the kind of guys you go for. Now, he is trouble.”I stare at her dryly. “Uh-huh. Thanks for the relationship advice.”“It doesn’t have to be this way,” she pats her blond hair to keep it in place, smiling at the camera as a photographer passes in front of us. I’m scowling before I even register the camera so I’m positive I’ve destroyed her perfect picture. Good.Hoping to steer her atte
TiaraBeing Ciara for twenty minutes straight is exhausting.I’ve never blackmailed someone before. Never, in my twenty-three years of living. But I guess it’s true what they say – you make one lie then you’ve got to make a thousand more to keep it standing. Well, in my case – one single act of blackmail to keep it standing.I think back on our conversation as I amble out of the building and the shock on her face replays in my mind’s eye like a snapshot. The shock that rapidly morphed into a flicker of fear, then a flash of anger and finally a desperate look of plea, that lasted a second before igniting back to anger and I know I should gloat over the fact that for the first time in our lives, I’m able to get to my sister and not the other way round.Instead I feel guilty, culpable, like I did something wrong. Something I shouldn’t have. It’s not fair having your deepest secret thrown at you like that.But then again, she did do worse to me in less graceful methods.As much as I hated
Ryan“What’s the other reason?”“What?” I’m a murmuring sleepy mess beside her.“The day you came to my apartment, in New York,” she whispers back, “you said you had two reasons. Getting back at Ciara was only one of them. What's the other one?”“Uh-huh,” We were in my room and as much as I love having her naked form beside me, I prefer when that naked form is not up by two am buzzing with questions.“Come on,” she whispers, her back pressed to my chest, her butt pressed to my dick. “What’s the other reason?”“I’ll tell you,” I pull the covers to her shoulders and kiss her neck softly, “if you let me sleep.”She squirms in protest. “Just tell me already,” her voice sounds very childlike at this moment, it’s hilarious.“Okay,” I mutter, seeing a loophole, “I’ll tell you. Right after you tell me how you ended up making out with Jackson.”She stiffens. “We didn’t make out.”“Mm-Hmm.”“You’re right, it is pretty late, and I’m going to sleep now.”My laugh is a row rumble on her neck as I
TiaraMy sneakers create thumping sounds on the hardwood floor of the hallway as I make my way to Melody’s room. The hotel rooms are situated in a different building from the suites and since most single guests booked rooms, I keep on running into different cousins and relatives that I have to stop and engage in small unnecessary chit-chats with.I just finished chatting with Aunt May, when I feel a shove to my right that projects my whole body to the left, slamming me through an open doorway into a tiny broom closet.Panicked, I whirl around, a scream on my tongue as Ryan closes the door shut behind him, trapping us both inside the broom closet.“Jesus Christ, Ryan!”He looks down at me hard and pins my shoulder to the wall, “Are you blowing me off?”“What are you doing, there are people outside who might hear us?” I whisper, vaguely aware that there are thousands of relatives out there that don’t have to strain to hear us in passing.He gives me a devil-may-care shrug. “I was worrie
TiaraMy phone pings as Ryan’s message pops on my screen;“Call me. I get worried when you’re silent.”It is followed by a message from Melody;“Alone time with Ciara? What was that about? Text me or I’ll believe she dunked your head into the pool.”I ignore both of them and go back to the task at hand; watching the sunset.My father and I always performed this ritual of ‘capturing the sunset’ during the times he had me over and it has evolved into a therapeutic escape for me over the years, a chance to clear my thoughts and calm my nerves. It’s become an outlet for me.The sky is a breathtaking canvas of soft pinks, burnt oranges and gentle purples my gaze is fixed on its beauty as the suns descent paints a serene landscape. “Not long now,” My father’s voice cuts into my thoughts, I turn to see him give last-minute adaptations to his camera.Ciara knows. Somehow, Ciara knows about the secret I’ve been keeping for two years now and she is willing to use it and every other thing with
Tiara“It wasn’t even like that,” Ciara says in a fit of giggles, “he wanted a burrito, who would’ve thought it would be the beef in his diet?”Everyone erupts into a fit of laughter. We skipped the scheduled cultural tour around the resort and in its stead, opted for a louging in the pool, leaving the sightseeing to the older folks.It’s the old college gang back together and we’ve been caught up in a nostalgia-filled time warp reliving our crazy college memories for the past hour.Melody laughed again, her shoulders jerking. “Y’all know how much Tiara loved her bagels, well there was this one time,” I swat her arm, in an attempt to make her stop, but she ducks and continues anyway “we bought a bagel and some bird snatched it up,” she doubles over in laughter before she says the next words, “y’all should’ve seen her skinny ass chasing a bird all over the garden.”Everybody, - including Ciara - disintegrates into a series of laughter and I fake a glare at each of them. “In my defense
Tiara“Brighten up a little,” my mom commands, “there are cameras everywhere and you look like you’re about to have a constipation.”I plaster a thin smile. “This is about as good as it can get, mom,” I tell her, forking through my food at the informal dinner, not really eating anything.The restaurant is great, with a sleek upscale vibe and understated luxury and the food, looks – and smells – great. But all my appetites have disappeared inexplicably.“It’s got to do with the Shelby boy doesn’t it?” she queries, “he’s dreamy, Tiara, he’s rich, he is too good-looking for his own good, but those are not the kind of guys you go for. Now, he is trouble.”I stare at her dryly. “Uh-huh. Thanks for the relationship advice.”“It doesn’t have to be this way,” she pats her blond hair to keep it in place, smiling at the camera as a photographer passes in front of us. I’m scowling before I even register the camera so I’m positive I’ve destroyed her perfect picture. Good.Hoping to steer her atte
Ryan“… and I knew, man, something was off. I could smell it, literally. She had his junk liquid all over her, and she smelt like him. Hell, even when I kissed her she tasted like him.”I am stuck in a ‘bro’ conversation with a bunch of the groomsmen together with Jackson, listening to some guy that looks a lot like a frat guy relaiyng his breakup story to us. His last sentence has all of us staring at him wide-eyed.Tony is the one that speaks first. breaking the shocked silence. “Tasted like him?”“Yeah bro,” frat guy swings his beer, “it sucked. A lot. Never trust a woman.”“Dude, if you knew what he tasted like then don’t you think that maybe you were the problem in your relationship,” Jackson mocks.Frat guy shakes his head. “Nah bro. He was my bro, and she did him all over.”Tony snickers and taps his shoulder. “So what? You off women now?”“Yeah bro,” frat guy shrugs, “I’m never gonna see a girl and say – dang it she is hot!”Perplexed, I glance at him and see that he has total
TiaraI wake up with a goofy grin on my face.I don’t even realize it till I’m standing in the bathroom mirror, staring back at my smiley reflection. I mentally slap myself, wiping the grin off my face. It’s not like it’s the first time I’ve had sex.But to be fair, it is the first time I’m having that kind of sex.The kind that makes you want to combust into a thousand different particles of heat and never come back.Picking up my toothbrush, I look back to my reflection and –And my brows shoots up together in mild shock.My hand automatically flies to my neck, running my fingers across the red-almost-purple bite marks that are a sharp contrast to my pale skin.I gasp loudly. I have a hickey! Make that two hickeys. Oh wait… I turn my neck further… three hickeys!All those biting and sucking yesterday… I should’ve known that’ll leave a mark. I catch the grin spreading on my face in my reflection and I immediately wipe it off.I shouldn’t feel this good about this. But it’s hard not t
RyanHer hair is a soft tangle, splaying and fanning out wildly across the pillow. I watch as the first lights of dawn dances across her face, illuminating the gentle rise and fall of her chest with each peaceful breath.I’ve watched her sleep before, all those nights we spent as friends in her dorm room when she slept either with a pen in her hand or sprawled against a bunch of textbooks.But watching her now is different. Which is as well because we never had sex during those freshman year days. Watching her, it’s like I don’t want to stop, it’s like if I watch her long enough then I can delay the reality of what just happened from hitting me.I slept with Tiara. Despite every shred of common sense telling me to walk away, I couldn’t stop myself. It’ll be better for me if I had some kind of regret or guilt, at least that’ll make me feel less of a jerk. A sign that I’m not completely devoid of conscience – and that thought alone might just spare me from feeling like a total monster.