Page 35 of Rayzor: Tell Me It’s Mine II

“Why, when Rayzor’s got big money?” Rhea asked with her nose tooted.

“Because she fucking don’t. You know big on big is my thing. E just like chill, romantic, cute shit.”

“Yeah, I know. That’s why I’m still confused on how her and Rayzor are even a match.”

“Because that nigga loves the hell outta me. I can pop my shit whenever I wanna, but I like keeping it cute.”

“That’s the fuck right, friend. You ain’t gotta be lavish. You can make whatever lifestyle look good,” I said matter-of-factly.

“I’m just saying. Why go small when you got a man that’ll spend it. Besides, after all the shit he’s taken you through, I’d blow bags every day,” Rhea said.

“Rhea, don’t do that. You act like he was out there cheating on me.”

“Shit, I wouldn’t put it past him.”

Eris threw her hand up, waving us off. “I’m not doing this with you. I love mine and he loves the fuck outta me. Whatever happens in the beginning, middle and end ain’t nobody’s fucking business.”

“Yeah, he do. I told you a long time ago that he loves the drawls from the crack of your ass down to the polish on ya toes.”

“And I love him to the moon and back. Girl, I’m so happy.” Eris smiled, and it made me smile too. Fuck what Rhea’s salty ass was saying. This was her moment.

After the mall, we all took a black car to the bridal shop down the block. Eris wanted to get a head start on her wedding dress shopping, and honestly, I couldn’t be happier for my girl. If nobody else deserved this win, it was E.

“Champagne for our guests,” the bridal consultant said as she brought over multiple glasses and a bottle of Dom on a glass tray.

“Now that’s how you start this off,” I nodded, tipping my glass to my girl.

Eris looked sad as Rhea and I began indulging in the libations.

“Girl, what’s wrong?” I asked.

“No, thank you,” she told the consultant.

I popped myself against the forehead. “She can’t drink. The bride-to-be is about to be a mother-to-be.” I placed my glass back down.

“Suki, don’t stop on account of me.”

Rhea, on the other hand, was almost finished with hers and reaching for Eris’s glass. I reached out to stop her.

“What?” she asked with attitude.

I zipped my eyes in Eris’s direction.

“What? She’s pregnant, not me,” she stated, tilting her head back.

I shook my head.

Eris was going back with the consultant because she had already seen a couple dresses online that she wanted to check out. I got up, heading over to the display, running my hands across some of the material, and my mind started drifting.

I’ve never been the girl that had dreams of the white picket fences, the dog, and the kids running around the yard. Life started dealing me a different deck of cards than my family at an early age, and well, wedding bells had never been in my foreseeable future. Matter of fact, I’ve never been with a man that’s even made me think about carrying his name and doing all the wifely things for him.

“It makes you think of your own life, right? Like, will this ever be my turn?” Rhea said as she walked the aisle eyeing the pieces with her glass to her lips.

She wore this smirk that didn’t reach her eyes. It was something about her comment that didn’t sit right with me. I wasn’t going to address it on a day that was meant for our girl. But it did shake some shit up within. These dresses, the soft music, the all-white, ivories, décor, the wedding ensemble in general felt like a sore spot I didn’t fucking know I had.

Ding.

My phone went off, it was City.