Mya’s Sweet Escape

Mya had forgotten how much she loved L.A. There was something about the way the West Coast sun kissed her deep caramel skin that sent chills down her spine. The ocean breeze whipped through her naturally curly locks as her rented convertible raced down the highway. She could not believe that Marcus and her mother actually expected her to give up this sweet freedom for a Tiffany’s ring and a lifetime membership in the Links. Puh-leeze.

She’d had four wonderful days of rest in San Francisco. She’d enjoyed relaxing spa services, delicious meals, and connected with the energy on the San Fran streets. It was as though she could feel the rebellious spirits of the feminists who had once protested everything from sexism to the Vietnam war to racial injustices. Though she’d never compare her quest for personal independence to any of their causes, Mya definitely felt inspired by their boldness. She was inspired enough to know that she did not want to marry Marcus. There was no way that she could build a life based on someone else’s blueprint. Life was entirely too short. The only dilemma was relaying that information to Marcus and her mother.

Mya shook her head to clear her thoughts, for she was not in Los Angeles to worry about what she’d left in New York. She had come to L.A. to do some major damage on Rodeo Drive, fill up on Roscoe’s Chicken and Waffles, reconnect with college friends and dance on top of a few bars. She had already gotten in touch with her partner in crime for the next few days, Janine. Janine was the Dean of Pledges over Mya and Peyton’s line in college and was now a happily married entertainment lawyer in L.A. Janine was a firecracker who never shyed away from an opportunity to shop or party. She was just the kind of company that Mya needed for her time in Los Angeles.

Shortly after arriving at Janine’s beach house, Mya found herself enjoying fruit, croissants, mimosas and a much needed catch up session with her old friend.

“Well, girly. You certainly don’t look like a woman on the run,” Janine said with a smile as she sipped her mimosa.

“If that’s your way of saying I look good, thank you Ms. Janine the Dean,” Mya replied with a laugh. “How are things out here in La La Land?”

“Don’t even try it! We are not about to talk about my boring married life while you’re out here on the run from a doctor with a Tiffany’s ring. Now spill it before I go get my wood.”

Mya erupted into laughter as she was instantly reminded of her days as a pledgee. “Ok. I’ll tell you whatever you want to know.”

Janine looked Mya directly in the eyes. “Why are you here? Really?”

“To clear my head about–”

Janine interrupted. “No sweetie. Let me be more specific. Out of all the places you could run away to after turning down an engagement, why are you in Los Angeles where the only guy you’ve ever come close to having a long term relationship with, lives?”

Mya sighed. Dame. She’d managed to escape New York without any suspicion about her motives in coming to L.A. Dame Robinson had definitely played a big role in her travel decisions. After turning down Marcus’s proposal, Mya tried to remember the last time she’d felt alive with someone. Dame was the only guy she’d ever dated that let her be herself and there was a huge part of her that wanted to remember how that felt.  She knew that it would seem suspect to seek out an ex while in relationship turmoil, which was why she barely mentioned to anyone that she would stop in Los Angeles. Leave it to Janine to see through the bull.

“You still don’t know how to pull a punch, do you?” Mya finally replied.

“Never had to. Especially not when they always land so perfectly.”

Want to know Mya’s back story? Meet Mya here.