They Don't Know About Us (Kylie x Malia) Book 3

Chapter 2

Malia tries on different dresses while Kylie does the same. "Ky, this is the thirteenth dress you've tried on. Now, i know your wedding dress is important but come on. At least narrow it down. For the love of god." Mel groans. Kylie takes a deep breath and walks out. "I just want it to be perfect." "Goddamn...." Mel whispered. "Ky, if you don't get this dress. I will personally slap you across the face. And you know I don't hold back, i helped you train for Red." Kylie blushes. "Thanks Mel. But i just....i don't know, i just-" "Want it to be perfect?" Mel smirks. "How did you do this all those years ago?" Kylie turns to her and sighs. Mel pats the spot next to her on the couch. Kylie goes and sits next to her.

"Are you getting cold feet?" She asks her. Kylie sighs. "Not that I'm getting cold feet, i just, yes i want it to be perfect cause we've been through so much. And i just love Malia so much. I want it for her. I want it for me too but Malia deserves the world." Kylie sighs. "And you want to be the one that gives it to her. I understand that. I really do." Kylie nods. "I just love her so much." Mel nods and smiles. "I know, anyone can see that, Ky. But you gotta relax. Trust that everything will work out fine. Whatever's meant to be will work out perfectly." Kylie takes a deep breath and nods. "You're right." Mel smiles. "I always am. Now, about this dress....if neither of us were taken, i swear to god...." They both laugh. "If you really want this one, ask for a bag, one that isn't see through, and take it to the counter, i gotta go check on Malia." Kylie nods and goes back to the dressing room to change while Mel goes to find Malia.

"How's everything going?" She asks Ivory as she sits next to her. "I wish i knew. Malia! Come out! Mel's here!" "Well, technically she already came out with Kylie." Mel smirks. "That's not funny." Ivory glares at her. "What do you think?" They both turn and see Malia in a wedding dress. "Jesus Christ, Lia." Mel mumbles. "Ky's gonna have a hard time keeping her hands off of you." She smirks. "Ooh, how was that by the way? I forgot to ask amidst all the drama." Ivory wiggles her eyebrows. Malia blushes. "It's been incredible. She's amazing, and I don't just mean in bed, she's just....i love her so much." Ivory hugs her. "I'm happy for you sis. And as your maid of honor, I'm flattered. I have a bunch of ideas for the wedding." "Oh thank god, run them by me cause I'm killing myself planning this whole thing right now." Mel sighs. "Absolutely. You wanna meet up some time?" She asks her. "Well Ky and Lia have to be in the studio to record their love ballad for the third movie but we can meet afterwards for lunch? All of us?"

"For sure, i gotta go pick up mom from the airport anyways." Ivory tells Malia. "We'll both meet you guys later. Just text me the address." Malia nods. "Definitely. And thank you for helping pick out the dress sis." "No problem big sis. I'll see you later!" She walks back to her car and drives off. "Alright, i will take these dresses and keep them safe. Were either of you going to wear a veil?" "Hell no!" The lovely couple both answered. "Fantastic, i don't gotta worry about that." Mel takes the dresses and heads to her car. They follow her and get into Kylie's car. "Did you pick out the cake?" "Yes we did. It's gonna be chocolate and vanilla with mangos." Malia looks over to Kylie. Mel eyes them both. "Ok hold up, you two did not just pick those out because Malia is mixed and Mangos are Venezuela's national fruit, did you?" They both blush. "Maybe?" Kylie smiles guiltily. Mel actually laughs as she shakes her head. "What am i gonna do with you two? Anyways, go home, relax, do whatevers. I'll get these dresses fitted for you guys." "Thanks Mel!" They both shout before they walk to Kylie's car.

"So, we have the whole afternoon to ourselves, what did you wanna do?" Kylie asks Malia as she places her hand on her thigh. "Hmm, well, we never did open that bag of sex toys that Mel got us...." She smirks as Kylie looks at her. "No, we did not...." She may or may not have exceeded the speed limit on the way home.