They all busted out laughing.
“Girl,” Deja said. “You don’t know the day you getting married? How are we supposed to book anything?”
I laughed along with them.
“Girllll…it’s been so much going on, I forgot to think about that. I’ll talk to Love about it when he gets home.”
Renee shook her head dramatically. “Thank you, for right now I’ll just put ‘Coming Soon’ on them.”
We laughed, then got focused, enjoying the rest of the morning as it flowed.
Music played low through the speakers while we sat around the floor tossing ideas back and forth.
Every now and then one of them would show me something on their phone.
Flowers.
Centerpieces.
Wedding cake decorations.
Bridesmaid dresses.
Some of it was beautiful. I had them print it and put it in my binder.
Some of it was ugly as hell, and they were told that.
Deja got cussed out at least three times for showing me shit that looked like it belonged at some damn celebrity wedding with a celebrity budget.
“I don’t know why you are trippin’, Islah. Love got the money,” she kept arguing.
“And I got sense,” I shot back.
A few hours later, notebooks were open everywhere, and my binder looked worse than before. And somehow we still managed to keep adding more things.
By lunchtime, we had ordered food and were taking a lil’ planning break.
As we all sat around the room, I looked around at my girls and all the shit we had laid out, and I couldn’t help but smile. Everything was coming together, not just the wedding, but life after it.
Our home.
Amir.
Love.
Everything I wanted…
Kenya must have seen the wheels spinning in my head and came over, taking a seat beside me.
“You good over here?” she asked softly. “The last few days at work you’ve been in your head.”
I nodded. “I have been, but today I got some good news.”
They all looked at me and waited for me to tell them.
“Love’s people told him about the meeting that I had with Gio.” Their eyes got big, and I nodded at them, feeling how they felt in that moment, then continued. “We pulled up on Gio and Bully and….”
I paused. I started having flashbacks of what happened.
