He was truly spoiling me, and I could definitely get used to this life.
“Hello, can I help you?” a short, dark skinned, thick-bodied girl approached us and asked.
“Oh yes, I have an appointment with Angelica,” I informed her. The girl frowned at me and then looked me up and down before saying, “Are you Havoc’s wife-to-be?”
I nodded while I noticed the way she looked at me, as if she was expecting someone else.
The fact that she said Havoc’s name let me know that she knew him, but her face said it wasn’t me she was expecting.
“Is there a problem?” Sparkle asked, obviously picking up on how this girl was staring in my face. It had me wondering how she actually knew Havoc.
Girl, calm down. He would never make me meet with a girl he slept with before.
“Oh, nothing. Right this way,” the girl suddenly smiled and waved me to follow her. As she turned away, I peered over at Sparkle, who was just shaking her head.
The girl led us into our own private fitting room, and Sparkle immediately went for the bottle of champagne.
“I will go and get a few dress samples for you to choose from,” the girl said, smiled, and hurriedly left the room. I put my bag down and took off my bomber jacket. I laughed whenI saw Sparkle sipping on champagne and eating these people’s crackers and cheese.
I sat in my chair, taking that moment to let it all sink in. Was this really happening to me?
I rubbed my legs and looked around the room. My pulse quickened a little, hesitation of the change slowly creeping over me.
I sighed once, then again.
I’d never seen myself getting married before.
Just then, an image of Makari flashed before my eyes, and I smiled.
Yes, I never saw myself ever getting married; however, right in this moment, it felt right and real. Like my life was going in the direction it was supposed to, with the right person.
A few minutes later, a knock came on the door, and I told the person to come in.
In walked Ocean, slowly clapping with that girl behind her. At least now I knew why she was staring at me. She knew Havoc, but I should have known that she knew Ocean, too.
Sparkle attempted to stand up, but I stopped her and approached Ocean and the girl who had a smirk on her face. I just looked right at her and smiled, silently telling her that she fucked up. Her smile dropped, and she took a step away from me, and then I turned my attention to Ocean.
She didn’t speak yet, just studied me like she was waiting for the perfect moment to try and break me. But not this time. This time, I was picking myself. I wasn’t fighting for a man but fighting for my place, andthiswas where I belonged! And it was time Ocean knew it.
“Can I help you?” I asked. Her mouth dropped, but she quickly recovered.
“Bitch, you got me sooooo fucked up right now!” Ocean yelled, clapping. I folded my arms across my chest, waiting for her to continue.
“Explain to me how the fuck you went from meeting my nigga in the club to getting ready to marry him?!”
I sighed and decided that it was best if I just told her the truth.
“Listen, Ocean, that night in the club was the first time I met him, but I saw him again after that,” I started. Her mouth slowly fell open, but she didn’t say anything, so I continued.
“I had a job before that as a housekeeper, and a few days after that, I found out it was at his condo.”
Ocean looked away from me as she took in what I had said.
“Things just happened between us since then,” I finished. Her eyes snapped back my way, and anger flashed across her face.
“So, even after I warned you, you still fucked my nigga?!”
All I could do was shake my head at her.
