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Knowing me, I’m sure I’ll think of something.
    “Sorry I’m late, honey.” I placed my purse down in Miss Parade’s private dressing room. She wanted me to meet her here. This place is called Bells and Diamonds and it’s a full service wedding planning company. They do everything from picking out the panties you’ll wear on your precious day to selecting the food you’ll eat on your honeymoon. “So what do we have here?” I asked, hugging Miss Parade then looking at the gowns in the room.
    “Thanks for coming, Miss Wayne,” Miss Parade said, kissing my face and hugging me close. “This is Sweets, Smokes play sister.” She was being cynical because we joked on a regular about this bitch and the little play-sister thing.
    “Now, Parade…Smokes’ sister is sufficient enough after all; I’ve known him for over two years.” She continued, as she reached out her hand to shake mine. She was a pretty little light skin chica with fire red hair. She wore it straight down her back. Her ass was huge and her waist was the width of one of my ankles. Bitch . I took one look at her and knew he was fucking her or had fucked her in the past. “It’s nice to finally meet you, Wayne.”
    “Darling, please. Wayne was my father. Call me Miss Wayne,” I advised her. “My father turned over in his grave ten times already.”
    “Oh I’m sorry,” she smiled courteously. “Miss Wayne, I was just telling Parade that this aqua green gown would look lovely for her bride’s maids and that this gown right here,” she continued, raising one of the others. “would look excellent on her.”
    I took one look at that piece of shit and my baby’s worried eyes and knew she wasn’t puttin’ that mess on.
“Ummm, what other selections do we have to choose from?” I asked, sitting on a chair in the dressing room crossing my legs. “Cause this design won’t look good on Miss Parade.”
“Oh but it does,” she continued, waving the gawd awful thing in my face. “This is Emilio Pucci.”
“I don’t give a rat’s ass if it’s Emilio’s Pussy it’s not her style!” I saw a slight smile come over Miss Parade’s face which only encouraged me to unleash on this bitch even further. “Now why don’t you wiggle your little pretty ass down the hall and get someone to bring us some serious options.”
Sweets grabbed the dressed and angrily moved toward the exit. She tripped on the end of the gown almost bumping her head against the door.
When she was gone I said, “What’s up with Miss Thang?” Miss Parade was laughing so hard she couldn’t even answer. “What? What I do?”
“You are a mess! I’m so glad you’re here, Miss Wayne.”
“Why wouldn’t I come?”
“I don’t know…after the thing with me and Daffany and finding out I’m with Smokes. I just thought you were through with me.”
“I’m not going to lie,” I told her crossing my legs to the other side. “I don’t like the situation, but I love you. And if you need me, I’ll always be here for you. You know that.”
She gripped me tightly.
“So what’s her story?”
“I don’t know. But I think she tryin’ to set me up. Did you see that shit?” she asked, putting her hands on her hips. Even in her pearl colored slip she looked beautiful. Her hair was pinned up in a cute little ponytail and she had these diamond earrings on that set the place on fire.
“Did I? She tried to label drop like I give a fuck. Ugly is ugly I don’t care what designer made it!”
She laughed until the smile was removed from her face.
“I don’t think she likes me,” she sat down next to me, laying her head on my shoulder. I tapped her knee and noticed she had lost some more weight. “Whatever I like she likes the opposite. It’s like she’s prying and trying to draw us apart at the same time.”
“Put her in her place.” I told her. “This is your wedding!”
“I can’t. I feel sorry for her.” She walked toward the mirror and looked at herself. “Maybe