Standing guard in the hallway leading to the bride and groom’s rooms, a force of nature stood in unrepentant black leather and sunglasses. “No baby girl, let me tell you what you’re going to do. You’re going to pick up your big ass bag, fill it with your ego and inflated self worth and you’re going to carry yo’ mess back into that room with the masses and you’re going to wait to be told what to do and when I feel good and ready I will come and tell you when to jump and how high because the thing you are failing to understand, mujer, is that THIS isn’t about you and we aren’t interested in what your blessed ever-crazy, tryin’ and dyin’ mind wants, it’s about what those two beautiful kids want and I’m telling you it’s time for you to take yo’ reductive ass back into the venue before I take my earrings off and turn my rings around, B*TCH!” With a blink, Daoming Feng clutched her pearls and slinked back to the venue with a quick look over her shoulder at the smirking woman with her hands on her hips and glaring right back at her, “I thought so!”
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For @evfabricando who delights me with her wit and outrageousness. No fanfic festival is complete without you, ma.
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#MeteorGarden5LinesofWeddingScenes
FanfictionHello Gardeners! Here is my contribution to my #MeteorGardenFanFicFestival, Wedding edition. The idea was to right the wrongs of the wedding and put our own spin on it. My story was broken into sections by character and each part was only 5 sentenc...
