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"Good luck. If you can, make her eat something."
"Yes, ma'am." Niyomi agreed as my mother walked out of my bedroom, shutting the door behind her.
Niyomi locked it while Denim yanked the comforter off, deepening the lines on my forehead. "Get yo' ass out the bed!"
"You heard her. We've given you time to sulk and cry, but it ends today. Get up!" Niyomi fussed, siding with Denim.
"Oh, you think we're playing?" Denim began removing her earrings, and it wasn't a doubt in my mind that she would drag me out of bed if necessary. I felt hollow inside, hindering me from giving a fuck.
"Bitch you don't want it with me right now. Not how I feel," I warned, cutting my eyes at Denim.
"Well, at least we know Cel didn't steal your voice with your confidence," Niyomi joked.
"This has nothing to do with my confidence bitch!" I sneered at Niyomi, reclaiming my comforter.
"Then what is it because Marcel isn't saying shit. He’s losing his mind looking for you. We've been in the trenches with you planning this damn wedding. Somebody gotta tell me something," Denim ranted, being the most outspoken of the group. Niyomi was on the other end of the spectrum, usually the understanding and diplomatic one, but she had grown tired, too.
"Fine, you don't have to tell us-."
"Like hell she doesn't!" Denim objected.
"You don't, Lo," Niyomi bulged her eyes at Denim before offering me a sympathetic smile. "At least not now, but you are getting out of this damn bed. We're going out this weekend."
"No, I'm not."
"I'm still playing gestures and not by choice, so yes, you are. It's a big party in DuPont Falls, and we're going," Denim informed me, causing a frown.
"Why do y'all want to go out there?" My lip rippled in confusion. DuPont Falls was like black Hollywood, known for luxurious shopping, glitzy nightlife, and lavish architecture. It also had a bunch of stuck-up people.
"Why did you call off the wedding?" Denim countered. I wasn't ready to talk about it yet, but I gave in to her earlier demand.
I quickly cut in, "I caught him with somebody else," I muttered, and I could see Denim about to explode with questions.
“Wait a minute? At the rehearsal?” Niyomi asked, and I nodded.
“Oh, hell no!” Denim erupted, and I knew the moment she saw Marcel again, she would curse him out for it. Her mouth knew no bounds.
"I don't want to talk about it. It's over, and I want to move on."
"I'll handle it," Denim spoke up first, not that I was surprised. "You need to eat. Sadie is worried about you."
"I know," I huffed, accepting the plate my mother previously offered me.
"So stop stressing my girl out."
I stuffed my face with a blueberry pancake, trying to avoid the aching in my chest.
“Your dad is calling," Niyomi announced, glancing at my phone.
A shadow of annoyance crossed my face watching his name rotate on the screen. He usually kept tabs on my life via Sadie because we barely communicated, and I wasn't sharing much about my life when we did. Hence why he wasn't the one walking me down the aisle.
"He's probably worried about you," Niyomi replied, giving him the benefit of the doubt.
"He needs to worry about his wife and less about me."
"Whew, you're one feisty bitch these days,” Denim chuckled, with her lip curled.
"You know how I feel about him."
