“I love this dress. I don’t think I need to try any other dresses on.”
“I don’t think so either,” all my girls said at the same time.
The consultants came up pin the dress where they needed to take it in and put a veil on my head that matched perfectly.
“Yesss! This is it,” Kenya added.
I nodded, “I love everything about this.”
The girls talked behind me while I zoned out, still looking at myself.
Standing in the dress made everything feel so much more real. The time was flying by. The guys had their suits done, the venue had been picked, and now this—we were almost at the finish line.
I walked down from the stand, and the consultants helped me get outta the dress. When I walked back out, the girls were looking at me all silly.
“So you down for a spa day?” Renee asked.
I shook my head. “Y’all, I don’t have it in me today. I am not feeling the best.”
“Are you okay?” Deja asked.
I nodded. “Yeah, just didn’t get that much sleep last night.”
“Well, tell Love to stay off you so you can get some rest on your day off.”
We walked out of the boutique and hopped into the truck waiting for us.
We talked about the last lil’ things I needed to do. Then they switched to what they think Love’s niggas was gonna look like in their suits.
I agreed with them, but the nigga I was worried about was Love.
We got to my place, and the girls hopped out with me and hugged me.
“We will see you at work tomorrow, get you some rest tonight,” Deja yelled as I walked inside.
Once I got up to my floor, I walked slow as hell down the hall, tired as fuck, and ready to lay down.
I walked in to hearing the game going on and smiled, hearing them go back and forth.
Once they saw me, they paused the game, and both walked over and greeted me.
“How was it?” Love asked.
“I found my dress!”
Amir clapped while Love looked me up and down.
“I can’t wait to see you in it, mamas. Why don’t we go out to eat?”
I really wasn’t up to it, but fuck it.
“Yeah, let me change.”
I went into our room and changed into something comfortable before meeting them back in the living room. Amir was already by the door waiting on us, talking about some restaurant he wanted to try while Love grabbed his keys on the counter and his Glock out of the drawer.
The whole ride there, they went back and forth about basketball. Amir swore one player was better than another while Love kept telling him he didn’t know what the fuck he was talking about. I sat in the passenger seat, listening to them argue and smiling to myself.
For the first time in a while, my head wasn’t filled with wedding planning.
