Adriana's Marriage

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Back again, back to back Maybach stack the M's. I was back at home AKA Paul's big ass mansion, I had a completely long day at school and the library. I just wanted to rest but NO‼️ Paul had to be an itch in the ass and disturb my peaceful slumber.

"Where are we going again?" I asked as the car, a Maybach drove out of his garage, with both me and Paul in it. His chauffer obviously driving, rich lazy bitch.

"To get our wedding bands of course. We can't get married without a symbol of our undying love for each other." He said and I could sense the fake ness radiating from him as he said our undying love.

"So you wouldn't mind me getting a black customized platinum ring right?" I asked, I know I'm getting obsessed with the whole black thing, but I mean have you seen black and it's different shades. Of course not you retarded bitch, cause that's why your judging me as you read my sorrow filled story.

"You getting obsessed with the color black aren't you? You literally want a black themed wedding, a black wedding suit and now a black platinum ring. Should I be considered?" He asked this time he seems genuine, but of course I'm me, I'm barbie dripping.

"Would you rather I do like Nicki Minaj and get myself everything in pink?" I asked innocently. Cause I know I can and will get what I want in pink.

"DON'T YOU DARE‼️" He bellowed, clearly not a fan of pink.

"After the wedding we're redecorating. I want my bedroom in Pink, the lounge should be black, black couch, coffee table black, the living room a mixture of pink and black. Everything should be black and pink, what do you think?" I blabbered and looked at him, big mistake. His nose was flared like a bull ready to charge at me and man was it sexy, the way he looked at me was like he'd devour me a whole.

"Oops wrong button?" I asked innocently, looking from the driver who was trying his best to stifle is laugh to my very flared up fiancee.

"Don't you ever shut up?" Paul asked seemingly after calming himself down.

"I thought you'd be accustomed to my annoying self. At this rate you're gonna kill me before I get to the wedding aisle." I said seriously. But on a serious note he brought this upon himself. I annoy the hell out of anyone, my mother knows best.

"I'm fine with a black casket for you done worry." He remarked, and as of recent I'd be happy about the choice of color but, no I want a white casket.

"I want a white funeral though?" I said looking into his eyes.

"That can be arranged." He said rolling his sleeves up. The way he said it made my spine go cold for a few seconds, he said it so calmly and nonchalantly.

"Ok I'm kidding about the redecoration." I said feeling my skin grow goosebumps.

"The casket?" He asked staring into my sinful soul.

"I'd appreciate it knowing it'll be white." I said and I swear to the heavens above I saw sadness flicker in his eyes for a few seconds before it disappeared. I gave myself goosebumps, the way I said that statement was saddening though. My voice even.

"We're here sir."

"Are you sure you want a black ring?" The jeweler asked. I hate when it seems like they think I'm crazy.

"Yes I am and I want to add something that obviously you'll have to keep a secret from Mr Sour face over there." I whispered into the jeweler's ear as I pointed towards Paul. Seriously this man and sitting down, I wonder if he's really healthy or it's just for show, given his body I'd vouch for healthy but the way he's lazy and loves sitting down vouches for unhealthy.