When a 22 year old wedding planner gets booked to plan a wedding for NBA star Ja Morant and his millionaire fiancée, she finds herself being the only thing from keeping them from saying, "I do." With family secrets and affairs, the woman has to try...
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"We can't be friends," I yell at the top of my lungs, as I dance around my office. The past week has been nothing but amazing. Rihanna and I talk almost every day, and she's posted a bunch of my posts on her instagram- which resulted in my business getting recognized.
Today, is the celebration of something that has been in the works for months now. I have my own clothing sets and pieces with fashion nova, and they're releasing soon so I have a photoshoot later today, after this dreaded meeting with Naomi and her family. Plus we're doing the practice for the bridal shower- yes for the bridal shower, a month in advance. This wedding is gonna be broadcasted live on Facebook, and Jesus, it's too much work.
Ja, he's been great don't get me wrong, but lately, he's always tired when he's around me. All he does is sleep, or just wanna cuddle. We barely speak a word when we're around each other, and understand that he's an NBA player so he's gonna be tired with games and practice but damn.
I get a notification on my phone from the cameras I set outside my building for obvious reasons. I turn off my music and sit in my chair until the knock on my door is heard. "Please, come in."
Acting as if they're the Kardashians and this is their TV show, the Graves enter my office with nothing but judgement and entitlement on their faces. What a great day this is going to be. Ja enters shortly after, putting his phone in the air to signal he messaged me. I ignore the gesture as they all take a seat.
"Can I offer any pleasantries before we get started," I ask, as I always do. Naomi's glare makes my flyaways stick up, and the looks from 𝘔𝘳𝘴. Graves makes me feel like the room is being searched by the police.
"More flowers," she states and I smile at her, as Naomi eyes Ja, who might I add, just stares at me uncomfortably. His dreads hang low in his face, and the loose shirt adds to his 'I don't give a fuck about this thing- demeanor that much more noticeable.
"Many weddings are happening around this time. Summer is coming, you know. Everyone is either getting proposed to or tying the knot." Mrs Grave's stature doesn't change, and she continues to mentally criticize the room she won't see ever again in a month- hopefully.
"What do you have for us today," she asks, ignoring my previous statement. If I wasn't a classy girl, I would be on the table Chrisean Rock-ing her and her daughter at this very moment. But I am a classy girl and this is my business. I can't let them get to me.
"Just some follow ups on the venue and invitations. Oh, and I was able to get in contact with some performers that you mentioned you wanted. All of them are free around that time, so it's up to you to decide."
I grab my phone and open up Ja's message.
This bitch gon piss me tf off I say we kill them both and flee the country
