“If you feel it’s too much, you can always tell me to stop,” Diya said.
She fed me details about how she wanted her wedding to go. It was three days away, and the bridal shower was tomorrow. I was her maid of honour, and the majority of her duties rested on my shoulders. Though we had planned for it, she was sceptical of my role. She worried about my ability to deliver, considering everything going on in my life with Aaron, Zion, Daniel, and work, especially since the semester was ending.
As much as she wanted everything to work out as planned, she didn’t plan to overwork anyone. Contrary to her fear, I found no stress in this and was eager to be the maid of honour. It was an honour for me, and I felt excited to play my part. I had already made plans for Zion.
Once school closes tomorrow, I will take him over to Aaron’s residence, where he will be for the next two days. I had already given Aaron Lionel’s number so he could reach him since both Godiya and her parents would be heavily involved in the wedding. I promised to call Zion from time to time and check up on him.
He nodded and asked if he could come to the wedding. I also wanted him to come, but that wasn’t an agreement I made with Aaron, and I didn’t see him agreeing to it. Our lawyers were on standby, waiting for the slightest change to move into action. We hadn’t given them a reason to act yet, and for Diya’s sake, I didn’t want to give them one this weekend. The last thing I also wanted was to give Aaron a reason to take away my right to see Zion. So I told him that his father alone could make that decision, and I couldn’t bring myself into it. He looked sad about it. He had been an important part of Diya and Greg’s lives, and it seemed unfair that he wouldn’t get to witness their happiest day, but I couldn’t help it. I didn’t want to lose him by doing too much. Aaron would happily take him away from me at the slightest chance he gets. It was just two days.
“Godiya Carter, soon to be Godiya Wight, this is your wedding, and if this is meant to be, you will only get to do it once. Don’t worry about me. I will support you all the way through because you deserve only the best.”
The bridal shower kicked off as planned, and we flew to the neighbouring state to celebrate it. With the six bridal maids for Diya who came along with us, it became an entire party. The theme of the shower was one hundred per cent fun, and for the first time in a very long time, I threw caution to the wind and got drunk while partying with the girls in the pool. The girls had a few guys on them as their way of having fun and enjoying the night, while Diya chose not to, and she drank and danced instead. The last time I got entangled with someone, it led to an endless story that I’m still dealing with today. I didn’t plan on repeating the mistake.
Daniel informed me yesterday that he would travel home for the weekend as a family emergency had arisen, and he had to be there. He promised to call and keep in touch as often as he could, and he kissed my lips. I told him I’d miss him and wished him a safe trip back home. He had called to inform me he had arrived safely earlier, and hearing that made me happy. Now, I just missed him and wanted to talk to him.
I pulled my phone out and dialled Daniel’s number, a bottle of whisky in my hand. The phone rang, but there was no answer, so it went straight to voice mail. I left my message anyway.
“Hey, sexy,” I slurred, trying to conjure up my most seductive voice. “I hope you’re all settled at home. I wish you were here with me. The things I want to do to you… with my mouth.” I hiccup, “I would make you my little naug-hty boy. I would be the naug-hty girl that makes you hard and then… makes you spank and toy with her. Keep that face clean for me. I’ll be back to sit on it.” I did not know what I was saying now, so I tapped on the send icon on the phone.
Diya yelled to me from across the pool, and I turned to see her waving at me. I took a step to go to her when my phone slipped and fell into the pool.
“Shit! My pho… ooo.. ne, my pho… ooo… ne,” I whined, and I stared with widened eyes as the phone sank to the bottom of the pool.
“We will get you a new one,” Diya yelled, and I raised my bottle, cheering happily. I had now forgotten the importance of my phone.
My eyes snapped open with a loud bang in my head, and I groaned out. I stretched and turned around in bed, only to fall off and land on my face. I groaned in pain and numbness, and I pulled myself up.
“Whose idea was it that we drank so much last night?” Diya asked, walking into the room with a cup in her hand. She raised one of her brows as she slowly stared at us, from one person to another.
She seemed less hungover by the look of it. I turned around and found the girls already up and seated across the hotel room. Two on the couches, two on the bed, and two on the floor.
I couldn’t remember everything that happened last night, but I remember she insisted we celebrate by getting drunk and taking pictures to remember the night.
“It was yours,” I answered, rubbing my banging temple.
Diya grinned devilishly. “Yes, ’cause it’s my freaking wedding day.” She roared, holding the cup up, and she now seemed to be the most energetic one amongst all of us in the room.
“Here you go.” She handed me the cup, which was the green herbal tea Aaron had made for me the weekend I spent with him. I had shared the recipe with Diya, and she had come prepared. “Drink. We have a plane to catch,” she announced, and she still looked like the most energetic person in the entire room.
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