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It was a Tuesday evening—less than twenty four hours away from possibly the biggest game this season. Adele had been busying herself with cleaning for the last couple of hours. After the game tomorrow, she was hosting a cute little dinner since majority of the bridal party would be in town anyway. Nia, Alisha, and I️ attempted to help out as much as we could, but it seemed like Adele had all the hands she needed. With her mother, Nikki, and her mother-in-law, Sharr, in town for the game also, Adele seemed to have more help than she could've asked for.
It was a couple days after the blowout between Adele and Alisha during brunch and though I️ wanted to think that things were back to normal, I knew that there were still some underlying issues that needed to be addressed between the two. Adele had been the one to step up and be the bigger person, starting conversation with Alisha whenever she could. Alisha, I️ guess, figured that her stay here would be hell if she didn't at least try to put the issue aside for the time being. The two weren't at each other's necks, but it was obvious that there was a bit of tension between the two.
Nia and I️ tried to stay out of it, watching what we said and did in case anything was a trigger for another argument. Majority of the time, Nia and I️ found ourselves out and about in DC running errands for Adele. For example, right now the two of us were at the grocery store picking up some last minute ingredients for the feast that Adele planned on cooking tomorrow. She had already started cooking some today, and had sent Nia and I️ out to the store to pick up some things she needed for the Mac and cheese she was making tomorrow.
Much like Adele and Alisha, Nia and I️ had decided to move forward from the argument we shared a couple days ago. To be honest, I️ think a lot of it had to do with the fact that Mike and I️'s conversation went relatively well so I️ was a lot less irritable. The conversation was spent with me doing most of the talking while Mike did most of the listening. I️ hated to feel like I was bothering him with outrageous demands, but I️ didn't think asking for his undivided attention was anything too much to ask for. I'm sure Mike thought I was just being difficult and I️ tried my hardest to translate the root of the problem without having to tell him that. I️ knew there was going to be a time where I️ would have to tell him, but with everything going so well for him right now I️ would hate to throw him off his game. He was this close to winning a ring this year. I made a promise to myself that once the season was over I️'d sit down and disclose to him all the information I️ had been withholding but right now just wasn't the time.
So Mike and I️ left the hotel with a mutual agreement—he was going to try to be more present, and I️ was going to communicate with him explicitly about anything that was bothering me.
If this didn't work out I️ was convinced the two of us were doomed.
"Did she say what type of cheddar?" Nia questioned, interrupting me from my thoughts. She stood in front of the cheese aisle, confusion lacing her face. I️ inwardly rolled my eyes. It was obvious out of all of us who didn't cook. I️ felt like it was low key common sense to use extra sharp cheddar for Mac and Cheese. Then, I️ remembered that Nia wasn't from the South like I️ was, and that she was probably use to the fancy white cheddar Mac and cheese that all the restarants served. So I️ gave her the benefit of the doubt.
