Finally Famous

52.

Lexi...

"Lord." I mumbled as I walked around the room we were getting ready in.

I was dressed in my wedding dress, my hair was done, and my makeup was done. All we had to do was make sure the bridesmaids were taken care of.

"Where's my baby? I've seen Aydin today and now I want to see Eliza." I demanded.

My mom carried Eliza over to me. "Baby please don't ruin your dress." She warned.

"Mama!" Eliza squealed and reached for me.

"Mom, I'll be careful." I took Eliza and kissed her cheek. "Hey, mama's baby." I smiled.

"Um, Lex... I don't know how to tell you this." Taya sighed, looking around. "It's raining."

My bottom lip poked out, indicating that I was going to cry.

The wedding was supposed to be outside and the reception inside the building we rented.

"It's August 27th. The weather was freaking 89 degrees just ten minutes ago." I whined.

Fetty's mom took the baby from me as I started to cry.

"Oh no, dear your makeup." My mom said, pulling me into a hug. She began to fan my eyes to keep my mascara from running.

"My nerves are all over the place." I deeply sighed. "I need to see Will." I said.

"But you can't. It's against trad-"

"Fuck the fucking tradition, okay? I want to see him and I can if I want to!" I snapped.

Everyone stopped what they was doing to stare at me.

I nervously laughed. "I'm so sorry for snapping on you, Taya."

"Yeah," She walked over to the door. "You lucky it's your wedding day and you under a lot of pressure. Otherwise we'd be boxin' up in this bitch."

I nervously bit my bottom lip. "I sowwy." I apologized.

"It's okay, boo." She smiled. "I'll be right back." She informed everyone.

"What is she doing?" Fetty's mom asked, bouncing the baby up and down.

"Taya is capable of doing many crazy, stupid things. So only the Lord knows what she's about to do." My mom laughed.

A couple minutes later, Taya came back into the room. "I have somebody for you." She smirked. "But you have to talk to him through the door, you know since..." She pointed at my dress. "Thank me later."

I immediately ran over to the door, cracking it slightly but not looking through it. "Will?" I smiled to myself.

"Yeah, it's me baby." Fetty said through the door.

"I'm upset." I poked my bottom lip out. "It's raining. The wedding's ruined." I sniffled.

"No it ain't." He laughed. "It sprinkled for like three minutes but the sun shinin' like hell right now. We gucci." He explained.

I held onto his hand through the small opening of the door. "How funny. How ironic. I cry about it and it stops." I lightly laughed.

"I still feel nauseous." I threw my head back.

"You nervous?" He questioned, rubbing the top of my hand with his thumb.