To those who slip into their convictions before their panties.
This book doesn’t open.
It snaps. Like a stiletto on a police station floor,
or a slap perfectly aimed at a poorly folded ego.
Salma & Angie aren’t here to seduce.
They provoke, they mess up your hair,
and sometimes, they hurt.
But always with style.
They fall, yes.
But never without heels.
They love, too.
But never halfway.
They don’t wait to be chosen.
They decide.
Inside these pages:
cutting comebacks,
breakups served cold,
and silences sharper than a stare.
Some readers told me
they’d love to meet them.
So would I, to be honest.
Sadly, they exist only in my mind.
But if, by chance,
you ever come across women like them…
Introduce me.
I’d love that.