It was our second day in California and my mom dragged me up at the ass crack of dawn to get my dress fitted. We stayed there for about four hours. I didn't get to meet Quincy's fiancée and I was kind of glad. I was mildly nervous about meeting her.
I still didn't even know her name.
Quincy barely talks about her and for her wedding to be soon, neither does anybody else in the house.
Anyways, the dress fitting went alright. I just don't like standing there for so long. My ankles are swelling just thinking about it.
Now, we are driving back. It's 11:30 am now and Alexander had texted me earlier, asking where I was at. I didn't even get a chance to respond because my mother took my phone saying 'you guys need to learn to not be all up on each other'.
Even though we are not. Only mildly.
