Heard It All Before by Michele Grant

Author:Michele Grant
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Kensington
Published: 2012-04-19T04:00:00+00:00

16

Holy Wedlock, Batman!

Jewel—Saturday, August 14, 3:08 p.m.

You know how in a movie you get a sense of impending doom? That feeling that something was about to go horribly, terribly wrong? I glanced around and felt the tickle of unease again. A director could not have set the scene better.

Suspense was building as Stacie refused to tell anyone what happened between her, Patrick, and Oliver last night. Today, she was quiet, subdued, and ill at ease. Beyond a terse, “Let’s do the damn thing,” she hadn’t had much to say. Personally, I think that approaching your wedding with a let’s-do-the-damn-thing attitude was less than optimistic, but I was keeping my mouth shut.

Renee had been cheerful to the point of annoying, Roni Mae was practically catatonic with depression, Keisha seemed more nervous than the bride, and Tammy was Tammy, gleefully sharing the details of last night’s conquest with anyone who would listen. Unfortunately, the only person listening was little Marie. This weekend alone will probably scar the child for life.

As for me, I’d like nothing better than to forget this whole wedding thing and go home. Hey, sister girl was in need of some serious nap time. Roman and I might have topped our personal best as far as the sexual frolicking scorecard went. True, I had been a bit tipsy, but, really, that just added to the experience. Came home, put my old-school Chante Moore’s “Sexy Thang” on repeat, lit some candles around the living room, and had a funky good time. Last I thing I could remember, he carried my limp body out of the shower at around 3:00 a.m. That boy could do things that I never ...

Sorry, off track. I was explaining the scene here. The first thing I should have said was that while I was doing all this thinking, I was standing in the vestibule watching everyone walk down the aisle. Arthur and I were set to go next, then Stacie and her trifling father. I hated to speak ill of anyone’s folks, but he had been argumentative, hardheaded, bitter, and difficult from the day I met him over twenty years ago. Sad to say, today was no different.

The rain that let up a little last night was back with a vengeance. So strange for August, when we’re usually begging for rain. Didn’t I read somewhere that rain on your wedding day was like God crying for you or something?

I’ve always had this fairy tale in my head of what my wedding day would be like. Simple, elegant, everyone smiling and happy. Sprays of flowers. Me in a beautiful dress with some beautiful groom at my side. Family and friends welled up with joy. Sunshine beaming in—you know, that whole Cinderella-glass-slipper thing Disney messed up our heads with. Looking around—this wasn’t it.

Anyway, it was my turn. I turned to Arthur and smiled. Since I saw him plastered against Keisha last night, we’ve been real at ease with each other today. He was a good-looking guy, a

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