“Thank you.” I smiled, blinking, nerves getting the best of me. “It’s nice of you to say that.” She was gorgeous, and I was…me.
“You look like a fucking princess celebrity.” And that was Candy.
“Thank you…I guess.”
She put a hand on her hip and popped her bubblegum. “I used to think you don’t deserve him, but look at you. Prez, in all his glory, ain’t gonna fit next to the classy teach in the ten-thousand-dollar dress when he’s wearing a dress shirt with his cut on top.”
Lolita nudged Candy with her elbow.
“What? They’re gonna look like a joke,” Candy said.
Okay. Perhaps my optimism was ill-placed, and I underestimated the situation. I grinned at her and gestured at her to come forward. With her bitch face on, she stepped toward me. “You know what, Candy? In a tux, in his cut or in nothing at all, Prez and I fit perfectly. Every fucking inch.”
Murder flashed in her blue eyes as the girls snickered. “What the fuck you’re laughing at? Ain’t even funny.”
“Same as you calling Prez a joke, even if it comes from acaringplace,” I mocked. “I hear something like that ever again, things won’t end up well.”
“Yeah, what the fuck you’re gonna do, y’all?”
“Me? Nothing. Hook might have something in mind, though, or perhaps even Prez himself.” I kept the eye contact until I made sure she understood me well. Then I flashed my teeth at her. “Your dress looks amazing, by the way. I can see your underwear. Hot. But, unfortunately, it’s pink.”
“So?” she drawled.
“No pink underwear is allowed around here anymore.”
“Says who?”
“Your new queen,bitch. Take it off.”
Her glare darted around the other girls, looking for support.
“Anyone else is wearing pink underwear today?” I asked.
The girls shook her heads.
“Good. It’s Prez’s favorite underwear color, and from now on it’s exclusive to me.” I stretched a couple of fingers at Candy, prompting her to proceed with taking off her panties.
“You’re a bitch.”
I giggled. Then I held her gaze. “If I break your fucking nose again, it won’t be fixed this time.”
She was about to lunge at me, but the girls held her back. I didn’t even flinch. “Before you escort the bitch who is on cleaning duty until further notice out, help her take her panties off, please, or I’ll do it myself.”
Candy, huffing, yanked her underwear down and threw it at me. It almost hit my face.
“Pick it up,” I ordered.
“Or what? You’ll tell Prez you’re an insecure bitch that is scared shitless he sees another pussy in pink other than hers?”
Another giggle erupted out of me. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you.” I picked that slutty, stringy thing by the fingertips and went over to her. Then, with a huge grin, I put it on her head. “You’ll be sitting like this at my wedding until I walk down the aisle, and if you think about taking them off or ditching, things will keep getting worse and worse for you. I’m a high school teacher, Candy. I deal with bratty teenagers all the time. If you think you’re bitchier than they are or I’d ever run out of ways to keep you in check, think again.”
Her lips pursed and twisted over and over until she stormed out.
I waved my fingers goodbye. “Who’s the joke now?”
Some of the girls sniggered, but Lolita and a couple more looked at me warily.
“I also reward nice girls. All of you are my bridesmaids.”
