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Betty had stolen my number from my Shortcake’s phone last night and told me the time of the wedding, and if I would be done in time, she gave me the address.
I was in my SUV and headed to the venue. Hopefully, with the time of day, traffic wouldn’t be a bitch.
When I was about ten minutes away from the venue, at a red light, I texted Betty.
Me –Where should I sit?
She responded quickly.
Betty –Front row, bride side. Got you a seat reserved.
Me –Got it. On the way.
The place where they were getting married was cool as heck.
It was at a little place off the beaten path, a lodge of sorts it seemed, and it screamed rustic picturesque destination wedding.
Nodding at the guy opening the door, he asked, “Are you here for the McCauffle wedding?”
I nodded at him.
Okay, right through the double doors, bride’s party to the left, groom’s party to the right.” Nodding my thanks, I headed to the double doors and then looked around.
Seeing an open seat, I headed that way.
Needing to distract the women I could see ogling me, I pulled my phone out of my pocket.
And seeing I had messages, I frowned.
That was odd, I hadn’t felt my pocket vibrate, pulling my phone, I realized why. Stupid.
I left it onDo Not Disturb. The way I could have texted Betty was if I texted her first. That was the only way her messages would have gotten back to me.
Turning it offDo Not Disturb, I checked my messages and had to catch a snort.
Shortcake –If I ever get married, I will not, and I repeat I will not buy a damn dress with a million buttons.
Daemon –Bro. What the fuck? What’s going on?
Culpepper –Do me a solid? Go to the pharmacy. I think that bitch gave me crabs.
Hearing someone say, softly, “Yo.” I looked up.
And saw that Red, Betty’s soon-to-be husband was looking right at me, I gave him a chin lift.
He smiled then in a louder tone, he said, “You’re going to make her day.”
All the women’s eyes I could feel on me… disappeared.
Chuckling, I gave him another chin lift and then went back to my phone.
Smiling at Scarlett’s message, I texted her back.
Me –You don’t want your future husband to undo each button slowly?
I ignored Daemon’s message; I’d text him back later.
Then to Culpepper, I messaged him back.
