“Now b***h, you better get the fxck up, and wear that gown that you once thought you’d never wear when you were in that trap house,” Auntie Lisa urged me in an antagonized manner.
“Yes girl, you better listen to Auntie,” Shatra cheered on, so was Maribel.
“Do not keep that loving man waiting, get up girl,” Shatra said as she pulled me off the bed.
I got up, and indeed, i needed not to keep that man waiting, I mean, he’d been patient with me, chose me, with my broken pieces, sewed me up together. He was willing to make me whole again.
After all, Anaya did deserve a father. I sniffed as I chuckled and reached for my wedding dress, I slid on the sparkling rhinestone dress.
It fit me perfectly, Auntie Lisa helped me adjust the veil and jewelry on. My silver shoes waited in the corner
