Wedding Bell Hell

Chapter Three: Shots, Shots, Shots

Chapter Three : Shots, Shots, Shots

Eight o'clock rolled around and I arrived at Ameliah's house. I was still in my dress from last night and I was desperate need for a shower. That bride had worn me down between her fight with her fiancé over the seating charts to her mental breakdown over the seating chart. I felt sorry for the groom.

I pulled myself out of the car and into the house. I was met with screaming. I groaned and waved to Patricia.

"Hello, Ms. DiVine."

She smiled. "Hello, Ms. Bellerose. How was your meeting? I heard you were late this morning."

I frowned. "I was late. It went terribly. The bride was having a meltdown."

"Oh, I remember my wedding day." She chuckled. "Almost didn't make it down the aisle I was so terrified."

"Well," I said, smiling. "I hope that doesn't happen with my brides."

She smiled and drank her water. "Ameliah and the bridesmaids are upstairs. They're waiting for you."

I nodded and followed the loud music blaring through the house. Sure enough, I found the girls getting ready and dancing to radio. Ameliah bounced over to me and held up a black, short dress. If you could call it a dress. It looked like a long shirt.

I sighed and grabbed it from her. The dress went just passed my butt, cutting off just as my cheeks led into my thighs. And it was like a second skin. Her mother wouldn't like me anymore after seeing this dress.

I sighed and took my hair out of the bun I was wearing. It fell around my shoulders in big, blonde waves. I was going to leave my hair, it was nice the way it was. I looked at myself in the floor length mirror as I walked toward the bathroom. I looked sinful and utterly sexy.

For my make-up, I chose to go darker. Darker eye make-up and bright red lipstick. I looked hot. I walked out of the bathroom and smiled at Ameliah. She was wearing a pink mini dress with pink heels, pink tiara, and a pink banner that ran across her body saying "bride-to-be." She looked cute.

I grabbed my car keys and held the doors open for the bride, and the three bridesmaids. They were younger than we were, they were her sorority sisters.

Ameliah looked inside the bar and frowned. "We came early too!"

The security guard in front of us sighed. He looked at us underneath his big thick sunglasses and opened the gate to let all of us through. He looked at us and smiled, nodding as we all walked in.

My cell phone went off. I looked at the caller ID, it was my mother. I excused myself and went into the bathroom.

"Hello, Mother." I sighed.

"Hello, dear." Her deep, snobbish voice said over the line. "Where are you? There's loud music in the background."

I cringed. My mother hated whenever I was out at bars and 'not working.' "I'm at a client's wedding. I need to go, Mother. I will talk to you when I have a chance. Goodbye." I hung up before she could say anything else.

Ameliah gave me a look as I hung up the phone on my mother. She always hated it when I brushed her off and made up excuses as to why I didn't want to talk to her. She knows about my relationship with my mother and always tries to help me have a better relationship with her.

As she opened her mouth, presumably to yell at me, I shook my head and pointed to her daiquiri. "Keep drinking," I mouthed.

She rolled her eyes and continued to dance the night away.

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In about an hour, I was over this bachelorette party. After the conversation with my mother and the atmosphere of the bar, I was done. I felt like I was in college just discovering alcohol. Ameliah was acting wild, and so were the other bridesmaids. Her cousin, Victoria, was a mess. Her blonde hair was a frizzy mane as she ground her bottom on a stranger's crotch. Not only was that the problem, but she was also acting as if she was the bride.