Page 54 of D’Vaughn and Kris Plan a Wedding

Jitter Cam 06-D’Vaughn

This week has had its challenges so far, but I think we’re doing pretty well. I thought we would crack when we got to the Starlight Palace, but surprisingly, it seemed to bring our families closer together. I never would have seen that coming. I don’t think I’ll ever be able to forget Mama and Kayla walking around the room like it was Sunday morning prayer before service began. You really can’t make this stuff up.

That moment before dinner, when Reynaldo insisted on paying for the wedding, was so special. It’s clear that bond he and Kris share is deeply rooted, and it was so touching to witness. And then to see the whole family surround them in a group hug? Ugh! My heart!

I really love everything about the Zavalas. They are so accepting, and loving, and hilarious. I couldn’t have picked a better family to marry into if the task had been mine alone. More than anything, the way they interact with my family means so much to me. Anyone standing on the outside looking in wouldn’t be able to tell that these two groups of people just met, and that is saying something.

On the flip side: this sucks.

No, I’m serious. Honestly, it all seems too good to be true right now. Things are just flowing in a way that would be perfect if this were real, but it’s not so it isn’t. Everyone is buying this whole charade a little too eagerly for my liking. Like dang...was I so lonely that you have no problem believing I’m marrying the first person I introduce you to? It’s what I want, of course, but I can’t say it doesn’t sting. Like...no one is even questioning this! Not one person.

Maybe I’m being irrational, who knows? Well, I know, but I don’t care. Obviously, I’m going to keep acting the part and I want them to believe me, just know that I’m side-eying them at every turn.

I know my propensity for honesty was my biggest selling point in my audition, but it backfired on me because they’re eating these lies up hook, line and sinker. I don’t know... I wonder if they—my mama especially—was so stunned by me coming out that she just...agreed with everything else. It’s just a thought. Hmm. That wouldn’t explain Darren, though. Gah! Now I’m going to be up all night thinking about this!

Anyways. I’m looking forward to the tasks next week. Despite the craziness, it was kind of fun, but I’m one-hundred and seventy-five percent sure that had to do with Kris and less the actual tasks.

She’s...great. And so nice to look at.

Huh? Did you hear that? I think my mama is calling me.

Gotta go. Bye!

Week Three

D’Vaughn and Kris,

You’ve advanced to week three. Congratulations! This week your task is for what some might call the most important part of the wedding day. There is only one, so make it count.

—Kevin

Order custom wedding attire

Chapter Nine

D’Vaughn

Change Clothes & Go

“They want you to order a custom gown three weeks before your wedding?!”

Cinta’s incredulous screech perfectly reflected my shock. I should have known that things were going too well. Kris and I were doing a pretty good job of appearing to be in love—too good of a job, if you asked me—and our families didn’t seem to suspect anything. After last week’s venue shenanigans worked out in our favor, I was feeling pretty confident that we’d make it to the end of the road. The postcard I’d received no more than twenty minutes earlier promptly knocked me right back into a position of humility.

“I couldn’t believe it either,” I murmured, dropping my head back against the couch and covering my face with my hands.

“This is a setup.”

I didn’t argue because she was absolutely right. What other reason could it be to make such an outrageous demand? Also, it was becoming rather clear that the show had a trick up their sleeve every single week. First, that travesty that was the Starlight Palace, and now this.

“Apparently, y’all are doing too good of a job with this and need to shake things up.”

“Girl, you pulled the words right out of my head.”

“Hmm.”

Cinta’s thoughtful hum made me drop my hands and peer over at her. She was staring off into the distance, her brows furrowed. I recognized that look.

“What are you thinking about over there?” I asked.