Instead of hiring a wedding planner, I decided that with the help of Mila, my Mom and Zara, we would be able to plan my dream wedding.
On my break I saw that I had several missed calls from my Mom, she's probably calling about the cake flavor I chose.
"Hi mama, I just started my break sorry for missing your calls."
"Lala, I'm about to send you an address please come as soon as possible and don't let anyone know."
"What's going on?"
"Please come quickly."
My mom hung up the phone, and texted me an address in Staten Island. What could my mom possibly be doing all the way in Staten Island!
I gave my rotating supervisor an excuse and clocked out. I got in an uber and headed to the address. This better not be about a wedding dress, because I'll be pissed if she's bringing me all the wa
