Camila's POV

I walk over to my closet and grab my boots. It's still wintertime, so tonight, I am rocking a baby blue and fuchsia Coogi sweater dress with suede fuchsia thigh-high boots. I'm wearing my natural shoulder-length hair parted down the middle and blown straight. I must say my 5'5 frame with a round ass, and barely b-cup breast is bringing the dress to life.

Getting in the car, It is time to set the mood for the night. I want to hear some Gogo music. Lovey and I grew up listening to this, and she loves it; I know this will help get her in a party mood.

Right at 9pm, I am knocking on Lovey's door, then try the handle. It opens, and I let myself in.

Walking to Lovey's room, I hear Prince's Adore playing. I think this bitch must be sad cause here we go with this song...

What I see when I open the door doesn't look like sadness to me. Standing before me is my best friend looking like she just stepped out of the damn magazine.

Love is wearing a long-sleeve black satin baby doll dress with a deep V neck that goes almost to her belly button. Sheer black stockings that make her legs look like they are silk with black knee-high boots.

Her braids are pulled up into a high ponytail that is hanging to the side. She has on the bamboo earrings with her name written in diamonds that her ex-boyfriend gave her, and her makeup is flawless, just lash extensions and red lips.

I wonder what she is mad about. Lovey always gets extra done when she is pissed about something.

I just look at her and say, "Okay, Mamacita, I see you," she gives me one of her megawatt smiles and says, "Good, I want them to see me coming tonight."

I ask her what gives, and she explains to me her new theory of affairs over relationships. Mehki was relationship number three that didn't work. She obviously isn't good at having long-term relationships, so she would just have casual affairs from now on.

I feel what she is saying even though. I have never been one for relationships either.

In fact, Damien is the longest relationship I have had, and it has only been a little over two months. But after everything Lovey has gone through in the last two years, I understand why she feels the way she does.

I can't help but think I feel bad for whoever she deals with next because Lovey is like a wild rose. She is beautiful and looks delicate but try and pick her the wrong way. You will get hurt by a thorn. She is not to be played with. People have no idea.

I turn the car on, and the GoGo music is blaring, and Lovey is rocking in her seat. Tonight might be fun, after all.