I open my eyes to a figure standing at the bottom of my bed. I let out a quick squeal before my eyes focused and recognized the figure as Janet. She giggles as I clutch the sheets closer to me.
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"Wake up princess, we've got a big day ahead." She smiles.
"What do you mean? I don't have anything planned today." I stretch.
"Oh yes you do, Latoya scheduled meetings with 3 different coordinators to help pick the best colors for the wedding."
"What?" I say, still trying to register everything. "How did you even get in here?" I ask.
"Bill let me in, now come on get up!" She says shaking my bed.
"Alright alright I'm coming." I groan. After getting dressed, I sit in the back of Janet's car to see Latoya and Rebbie greeting me with a smile. "Hi bride to be." Rebbie waves. I give a polite smile to the both of them. "Wait until you meet Pierre. I think you'll love him! All you've gotta do is tell him your vision and he'll make it happen!" Latoya says excitedly. "But I don't know my vision yet.." I explain. "He'll help pull it out of you." Rebbie grins.
We slowly pull into a small driveway. A short blonde man greets us at the office door.
"Latoya! How are you my love!" He exclaims, pecking both cheeks. I couldn't help but giggle at how generically Hollywood this guy was.
"Hi Pierre! This is my future sister in law Rayne." Pierre grabs my hand, planting a small kiss on it. Examining my ring, he releases a gasp, "this is exquisite! It's so intricate. Randy must love you to bits!"
I frown in confusion.
"No no, not that brother. This is Michael's fiancé." Janet giggles, Pierre chuckles, "of course! My apologies. Come in! Let's sit and chat." He drags me inside with Michael's sisters trailing behind us.
"Pierre, I'm gonna be honest... I've never done anything like this before. So I'm a little lost on what to do." I admit
"Not to worry. I'll just ask you some questions and we'll figure it out. Now, what's your favorite color?" He asks, pulling out a notepad and pencil.
"Uh I love the cream tan color.."
"What about Michael?"
"Oh, his is red."
"Well there's your colors! Now I need you to be completely honest with me. How do you feel about Michael? Give me your love story." Pierre says, scribbling notes onto the note pad.
"I don't even know how to start. He's irreplaceable to me. His personality shines brighter than anyone I've ever met, and I've never felt so lucky to say he's my fiancé. He's my first thought in the morning and my last thought at night. He's shown me a love nobody else could ever describe to me. He makes me so angry with the things he does but he knows how to keep me calm. I honestly never thought we'd get to this point in our lives together. Michael is the kind of guy whose love just fills you completely with happiness and you don't ever think a person could have that affect on you but they do. It's something you never get used to. I still get butterflies when I see him. He's my soulmate."
