“Ah, don’t stay too long because we’re leaving soon,” he reminds me, which makes me realize I need to meet my glam team shortly.
Oh, the reception dress!
“True she pretty, she a pass man, watch her,” I hear Dino’s voice, causing me to stop in my tracks. He’s my cousin; you met him back in Portland.
“Nothing like that,” I laugh. He embraces me, and I catch Nickoi watching us. I disregard his stare as Dino introduces me to his girlfriend.
Once our conversation wraps up, I head over to my dad and Kace. “Hi Dad, hi Kace,” I greet warmly. Kace merely nods, while my father smiles back.
Wow, Kace is quite cold, isn’t he? He reminds me of Mrs. Adam’s husband. What a crosses. They seem to be having a conversation, so why have they fallen silent now?
They clearly don’t want me to hear, obviously.
“You guys are finally meeting,” I say, hoping to reignite their conversation.
Kace nods.
“Mr. Williams is a cool dude,” he states simply, prompting a chuckle from my father. Clearly, these two aren’t fond of each other, not that I expected them to be.
“Good to know. Where’s my mom?” I ask, scanning the area as everyone mingles and heads to the reception venue.
“She’s inside changing Zahir,” Kace replies.
“Okay, are you guys coming to the reception?” I inquire, and they nod.
My father’s hands are shoved in his pockets.
“You could have asked that? I have to come, man,” my father responds.
I smile at him. “Okay.”
“I’ll be there; I’m just waiting on my wife,” Kace says, and my dad looks away, visibly annoyed. I can’t shake the feeling that he mentioned ‘wife’ just to annoy my father.
I don’t like him. He doesn’t seem like a nice person only on video calls.
“I’m going to catch a ride with one of my bredrin,” Daddy says, eager to escape the tension. He touches my shoulder before walking away, and I purse my lips.
I turn to say, “See you there, Daddy.”
“Yes, mi daughta,” he replies.
I watch him walk away, and as soon as I turn back, Kace has disappeared too. Is he arrogant? What’s his deal? He doesn’t he like me?
Clearly, the feeling is mutual.
Why did Mom marry a crosses man?
Ask her when you see her; don’t ask me because I don’t know.
I roll my eyes and turn just in time to bump into Nickoi’s chest. He takes my hand, leading me to where the photographer is.
We spent half an hour capturing stunning photos with the bridal party, our guests, and family.
Then, I change into my reception dress.
“Zara, we really don’t have time,” Clova tells me as I admire my reflection.
I’m smitten with how I look… it’s mostly diamonds and just a bit more skin. I bite my lip in delight. She brushes my collarbone with Fenty products, adding that perfect shimmer.
