There will be a Changes part 3. I think I'm just going to use my OC "Amira" for all of these. ¥¥¥¥¥¥¥¥¥¥¥
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" Amira, let's go! We're going to be late for this damn wedding!" Bri stood at the steps waiting for Amira to come down. " Shit, I knew I should have told your ass to get ready before me."
" Bitch, I'm coming!" Amira walked down while putting on her earring. Bri shook her head while grabbing her keys " Bitch I should make you drive."
While smiling Amira looked in the mirror at herself. " I have no problem driving but later tonight, don't expect me to be able to drive anywhere."
" Shit, we should have just taken an Uber." Bri stopped and looked at her phone.
" Nah, I don't have time to be getting kidnapped. I'll drive, but hopefully, I end up in one of Chris's boy's beds." Amira joked. Bri looked at her best friend as they both walked outside to the car.
" I've never met any of his friends, but Shay said they're all fine as fuck!" Once in the car, Amira started it up and they were on their way.
" So, we'll make it on time." Amira speeds through traffic while Bri shakes her head. " If we survive."
Amira and Bri arrived at the venue 15 minutes later. As she was parking, both noticed a couple of guys outside smoking. Bri checked herself in the mirror along with Amira.
" Well damn! I hope those two will be at this wedding." Amira steps out, fixing her dress, and grabbing her purse. Both walk to the entrance. The two guys that were standing there talking, stopped and looked at Amira and Bri.
" Ladies, Ladies! Let me get that for you." One guy says.
" Thank you," Bri smiled. Amira looked at the other guy and noticed him watching her. She looked away and walked through the door. " Thank you."
" No problem." He says as they continued to walk in.
Amira
" Shit!" Bri and I walked until we arrived at a table that held everyone's name and a table number.
" This bitch Shay better not have us at a table with her other friends." I laughed and looked for our names.
" Bri, you know how Shay is. She just wants all of us to get along." I picked up my name and Bri's while handing hers to her.
" No!" We walk into the ballroom to see it decorated so well.
" See, this is how I want my wedding! I don't want to get married in a church." I looked around just as we sat down.
" Hoe, who are you marrying?" Bri checked her hair while holding her phone up.
" I'm just saying." A few of our other friends finally showed up. The wedding was about to start and felt someone standing next to me.
