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"Aw, baby." I pouted, watching Caresha wipe her eyes. "I'm sorry, my girl is really getting married. You look so pretty, I'm mad y'all not having a big wedding." She said and I shrugged, looking at myself in the mirror.
"It's too much with the paparazzi and shit, I would rather it be private and intimate." I said and she nodded.
"I really love this one, but I'm not sure about the veil." I mumbled. "You could get a different veil, maybe something without the lace. That looks weird with the plain dress." She said.
"Maybe I don't even need it, this dress already got a lot going on."
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Chris wanted me to get something extra, and so did I. "I think you should get this one, it's big and it makes that waist look snatched. You could wear your hair how you want and- girl, don't fuck up the dress! You ain't even buy it yet." She laughed and handed me a tissue box.
"Girl, I'm really getting married to Christopher Brown, like this is so weird. How did all of this happen because I thought I was texting you?" I sighed, and we walked back into the fitting room.
"Some shit just meant to be, I'm so happy for you friend. I've never seen you glow like this, I would think you- bitch is you pregnant again?" She gasped. I quickly shook my head.
"Hell nah, I'm not." I laughed. We went to pay for the dress. It was gonna get delivered to Miami's house.
"Mhm, go take a test when you get home. I'm not playing." "Alright mom."
