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“Girl, whatever,” I say, laughing with her. “The point is the date is set.”
“Yeah, the point is Jasper put his foot down on that ass.” She continues laughing. “Whew. I sure got a kick outta that when he told me.”
“Whatever.”
“Well, it doesn’t matter who set the date. All that matters is that it’s finally happening. So congratulations. It’s about damn time.”
I smile. “That’s more like it. Thanks.”
“Now the real work begins. So, what’s next?”
“Well, first I gotta work on the guest list, then find a place so I can get the invitations printed up. Then I need to find a dress…” Shit, shit, shit! I have all this stuff to do, and only five months to get it all done. “…the flowers, the cake and—”
“Girl, slow down,” she says, cutting me off. She chuckles. “You don’t have to do it all yourself. That’s what you have me and Felecia for—your Matron and Maid of Honor.”
“Now who said anything about having your ugly face all up in my wedding?” I tease, laughing.
“Shit, you’re uglier than me,” she says, teasing back, “but that’s beside the point, Miss Celie. Jasper wouldn’t know ya funky-ass if it wasn’t for me so you owe me, boo.”
I’m cracking up as I turn into the salon’s parking lot. “Well, since you put it like that. I guess it’s a done deal. Find me a florist. Then see if you can get Raven the Cake Man to do my wedding cake. I want his slamming red velvet cake. I don’t have a design in mind, yet. He’s usually booked months in advance, but let him know I’m willing to pay extra if he can fit me in.”
She laughs. “Well, damn…shall I wash your feet while I’m at it, your highness?”
“No, that’ll be all for now. I’ll give Felecia her things-to-do list next.” I shut off the engine, then gather my things, getting out of the car. I glance at my watch. 8:22 A.M. “Well, let me get off this phone. I’m getting ready to walk up in the shop. Call me later with an update.”
“I swear, girl. If you turn into a Bridezilla I’m gonna set your dress and hair on fire. Speaking of dresses, do you have any idea what your colors are gonna be?” I tell her that since it’s a fall wedding I’m going to go with an ivory gown—either Valentino or Chanel; I tell her that chocolate brown will be the color of the bridesmaids’ dresses. Tell her that their floral arrangements will be pink roses, hyacinth and gloriosa lilies.
“Alright now. I like. But, remember what I said. If you turn into the Bride of Frankenstein, it’s off with your damn head.” We laugh, hanging up.
The minute I walk into the salon, I see Stax leaning on the counter talking to Felecia. He’s wearing a grey and black Nike muscle shirt and a pair of nylon sweats. The way his muscles are bulging, I can tell he’s been to the gym. Felecia stops speaking when she sees me. And it makes me suspicious. But I don’t plan on letting it occupy my thoughts today. “Hey, girl,” she says, grinning. The way she’s cheesing definitely lets me know the two of them were talking about something. I don’t know what. But whatever they were discussing, I’d bet my last hundred that it had everything to do with me.
“Hey, ya’ll,” I say.
“What’s good, Pash?” Stax says, smiling.
“Hey, girl,” Felecia says.
“Nothing much,” I say before bringing my attention back to Felecia. “Any cancellations so far?”
“Not yet. So far, it looks like it’s going to be another money-making day for us.”
“That’s what I like to hear,” I say, smiling.
“I know that’s right.”
“Anything else going on?”
“Nope,” she says, adjusting her burgundy blunt-cut wig.
“You good, Pash?” Stax asks.
“I’m doing great,” I tell him. “Couldn’t be better; how about you?”
“I’m good, ma. You know how I do.”
“Mmm-hmm. That’s why I asked.”
He laughs. “Nah, it’s all good.”
