❝ once in a while, right in the middle of an ordinary life, love gives us a fairytale. ❞ excerpt , melissa brown.
𝑾𝑬𝑳𝑪𝑶𝑴𝑬 𝑻𝑶 𝑫𝑬𝑨𝑻𝑯 𝑹𝑶𝑾 .
( CHAPTER LXXI : mr. & mrs. shakur. )▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃
ˢᵃᵗᵘʳᵈᵃʸ, ʲᵘˡʸ ⁶ᵗʰ, ¹⁹⁹⁶.
ˡᵒˢ ᵃⁿᵍᵉˡᵉˢ, ᶜᵃˡᶦᶠᵒʳⁿᶦᵃ.THIS WAS FAR FROM what I expected my big day to be like-rushed. But, as long as I was getting married to the man whom I went through hell and back with, I was fine. Our families and friends weren't aware, except for Yaki and Jewell, but that was only because they were going to be the witnesses of our union.
We knew we wouldn't hear the end of it from them, but we were only thinking about what was best for us at the moment. We felt we needed to do this now or else it would never happen. Our plans for after our wedding, were for me to get the tour started and for Pac to work on his album under the alias Makaveli.
The title he had for the name was Killuminati: The 7 Day Theory, because his plans were to have the album to be completely finished in seven days. He was going to begin working on the album the next day. I was confident in him, considering the fact that he worked at such a fast pace.
"I don't think me being around Yak is such a good idea, but for you, I'll do it." Jewell popped her lips as she used the curling wand to add more volume to my short tresses.
"You don't even have to talk to him. The ceremony will be short, I promise." She frowned slightly. We were going to wed at the Beverly Hills Courthouse and although it wasn't traditional, we were still happier than ever. And he even promised that we'd have a traditional wedding with our family and friends later on down the line-when everything was calm again.
Our attire was casual and neat, not major but just enough. I already had my ring, but Pac didn't. So, I took it upon myself to buy him a band. I felt it was important for it to not just be about me, but him as well.
It was hidden inside of a black box. The band was custom made with brushed white gold that displayed diamonds on each edge for a subtle sparkle from the edges. I spent quite a grip on it but I was financially stable enough to do so. Besides, money wasn't a thing when it came to doing something special for him.
"You're right, this is your day so why am I even discussing me and Yak.. it's clear as day that he's happy with Lavie." She sounded bitter, and I most definitely knew how that felt.
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