"Okay so you want these flowers here?" One of my wedding consultants asked.
I nodded and then people started placing things all over the place.
"I can't believe you're getting married," Apoorva squealed. "I better catch that bouquet."
I couldn't believe I was getting married either.
After Drake cheated, I left and I never looked back. I moved to the next city and just kept away from that situation.
He would call everyday.
Leave voicemails.
Give Apoorva gifts to give to me.
But I didn't care...I wasn't enough for him at the time and his gifts weren't going to win me over.
I had met a guy named Hugo at the grocery store odd enough. He offered to help me carry the water into my trunk and then we kept bumping into each other from there.
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We eventually went out on our first date. First dates turned into multiple dates, and he asked me to marry him six months ago.
Now our wedding was later today and I was fixing up some last minute decor.
"You're gonna look so beautiful," Apoorva started crying.
"Girl relax," I laugh. I was kinda nervous too but I wanted to keep together.
"Anyways, I should probably start getting ready," I smile and head down to where my make up stylist was.
Drake's POV
"Fuck You," Anaya threw a coke at me and walked out the restaurant.
"Damn man," the waiter mumbled.
This was my twenty fifth date gone wrong.
After Yn left me, I tried to get her back. She wouldn't answer my calls or accept my gifts. I had heard she moved to another town but I didn't know which one.
My homeboys told me that I needed to get over her...to move on.
So they would set me up on dates with their sisters, and cousins, and all types of girls. But Yn name always came up.
*earlier*
"So shiggy tells me your longtime girlfriend left you?" Anaya laughs. "She must be fucking stupid."
"Yn is not stupid. She's so smart... her brain is like an encyclopedia," I defend her.
"Oooooookay. When's the last time you had sex?" She bites her lip at me.
I shrug. "Sex or good sex?"!
"Isn't all sex good?"
I laugh. "Sex isn't always good. It's subpar most of the time."
