This a story of how Taraji and Fantasia fell in love on the set of The Color Purple. They have trials and tribulations and dealings with people who don't want them together, will they weather the storms to come? Will love conquer all?
To stop from saying Kelly C. and Kelly R. I will refer to Kelly R. as Kelendria.
This is a very long chapter so enjoy my loves!
F.M. Barrino
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Today was the day of our wedding, we flew out to the DR Friday, had our bachelorette parties last night, and now today was our big day. We had been separated for a whole almost 48 hours and I feel like I'm going through withdrawal or something. I missed my baby, talking to her on the phone wasn't enough. Zion wouldn't even let me Facetime her anytime I wanted to call her I had to do it with supervision because if no one was watching me I promise I was gonna send that Facetime invite. Right now it was 10 in the morning and I had just woken up not too long ago, I took a shower and now my girls and I were enjoying a breakfast that Danielle cooked.
"One thing I missed about you is your cooking Dani."
"You know I can burn in the kitchen now."
"Yeah you can girl, this french toast is amazing," Kelly complimented.
"I made enough, anybody want extras."
"Me first," I told her and they laughed and she added extra French toast to all of our plates.
"This tastes like heaven after drinking all night," Michelle said and we all nodded in agreement. We didn't go to a strip club but Tabitha did have two stippers come to the Airbnb we were staying at. We drank a lot, played games, spilled tea, and overall had a really good time together. I really couldn't believe that me and Taraji were here getting married. Two years ago if you had told me that I'd be marrying Taraji P. Henson and trying to have her baby I wouldn't believe you at all but this is where love led me and I love every bit of it. I couldn't wait to finally set my eyes on my soon-to-be wife.
"So, we have nail appointments, facials, hair and makeup, and a waxing."
"Waxing?" I sipped on my orange juice.
"For her right."
"Yes, you don't want to look like Chewbacca after the reception do you?" I almost choked.
"Please, I do not look like Chewbacca."
"Well, after this waxing you won't look like anything down there. You're welcome." We laughed. "But before all of that, you have a spa appointment. You have to stay stress-free all day, there will be no bridezilla on my watch."
"Yes, everything will go perfectly."
"Trust there will be a bridezilla but it won't be Tasia," Kelendria said.
