[@WATTPAD READING LIST - AMPLIFYING ASIAN & PACIFIC ISLANDER VOICES - MAY 2021]
[@WATTPADASIANFICTION READING LIST - FROM ME TO YOU - FEBRUARY 2023]
A mix of crazy, stupid, hormonal adults that are thrown into life with a sprinkle of swearing, a da...
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"I SLEPT WITH HIM."
"You slept with who?" I sternly stated, my eyes nearly bulging out of my sockets as I gave my sister a good, long stare.
The wedding dress worker's snicker echoed against the walls until quickly being replaced by the ruffling of dresses she was jointly rummaging through.
Avisa sent me a sheepish smile. "Well you see..." she fiddled with her hands in her lap, "after you left, Leo and I were on our way to pick up Jaxin from preschool, but naeomeonim, my mother-in-law, called to say that she missed him and would watch him for the night. We had a few drinks or two to relish in the silence and BAM, things got messy real quick."
My eyebrows wiggled in action as I bumped her hip. "Was it good at least?"
Avisa heaved out a large sigh, looking up at the ceiling. "It was more than good. It was indescribable."
"Then I don't understand why you're so worked up. At least you got some action last night." I half-laughed, eyeing myself in the mirror with a wedding dress that was two times, too big.
"What do you mean by tha––"
Avisa was cut off by the sharp sound of the doorbell ringing, marking the entrance of my mother and...Haven?
"Look who I ran into! My third daughter, practically," my mom happily announced as she geared Haven's shoulders into the store.
Haven burst out in her famous laughter that sounded like a mixture of a dolphin and a whale rejoicing –– her signature trail of positivity that left everyone, including me, someone who hasn't laughed in a good month, crack a smile.
"Why do you look like you're marrying the dress instead of your groom?" she snorted, "to which I'll remind you I haven't even met or seenfor that matter," Haven matter-of-factly stated, her arms crossed across her chest and eyes narrowed as points of emphasis.
The dress worker, Glenn, reapproached me at that moment, safely creating a barrier between me and a fuming Haven. I wanted to get down on my knees and thank the Lord at that point.
