Fi-fiance! What the fuck is this bitch talking about? Since when did I become someone's fiancée? The word felt like a physical slap, making my head spin. I stood there for a second, just blinking at her, wondering if the smoke from the fire was making me hear things.
I stared at Shuga, with her all-back cornrow hair that looked tight enough to pull her eyebrows up. She was standing there with her chest puffed out, trying to look like a threat. She was staring at Princess, who looked like someone who couldn't care less about what Shuga just spat at her. Princess was busy dancing with the little kids around the fire when Shuga arrived. She was spinning in a circle, her movements loose and clumsy from whatever Guru had given her, laughing as the kids tried to keep up with her long legs.
