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Punk snorts. “This looks like anotherfunfamily feud I don’t want to be involved in. I’m going to survey the property outside. Good luck, sis.”
My arms fold across my chest as I look at my mom. “There isn’t anyone invited who’s going to mind Ebony wearing this dress, man or woman. Only you care.”
My mom tries again. “What about the pictures, Jo? Your future kids will be looking at those.”
I shrug my shoulders. “It’s not like she’s nude—all the important parts are covered.”
“And it passed the bounce test without me spilling out. I’ll be fine when it comes to shaking my body on the dance floor.” Ebony shimmies her triple D boobs to demonstrate.
Tony’s jaw snaps together. “Little Jo, I think you should listen to your mom.”
I give him the side-eye. I know why he wants her to wear a different dress, but it isn’t up to him.
Ebony gives him a smirk before singing Beyoncé’s, “If you like it, then you shoulda put a ring on it.”
Tony glares at Ebony before addressing me. “I agree with your mom—it’s too revealing. Perhaps Ebony could pick another dress? Preferably one that starts at the top of her neck with complete coverage to her feet. Might I suggest a floor-length muumuu or a long-sleeved maxi? Anything tonothighlight her—” he waves at Ebony’s smokin’ body “—curves.”
Finding Tony’s sudden attraction and interest in protecting Ebony’s modesty is hilarious. I cover my mouth to keep from laughing out loud.
“You don’t get a say,” Ebony chides, wagging a manicured finger in Tony’s face. “It’s Jo’s choice.”
Tony’s jaw ticks and his fingers twitch. I know the mannerisms too well. Maceo does it any time when he wants to paddle my ass.
Oooh, Tony has a crush.I’m totally going to tease him when we’re alone.
Tony’s eyes desperately sweep across the rows of dresses. He homes in on a conservative gown and yanks it from the rack. “How about this one? Oh, look, it has pockets! Every girllooovespockets. Pockets win out over corsets every time.”
Ebony gives Tony an incredulous look. “You want me to renounce this one of a kind glove for a smock with pockets? Have you lost your damn mind?”
Irritation getting the best of him, Tony throws the gown over his shoulder. He gives me an accusing glower while addressing Ebony. “I’ve been told pocket-dresses are the best.”
“Hee!” I squeak with amusement. I do recall saying something similar to Tony, but it was my opinion and not the opinion of all women. Ebony is not going to be swayed by pockets, as awesome as they are.
“I’m wearing this dress, and that’s final,” Ebony declares.
Tony folds his hands and begs. “Little Jo, please, don’t approve this.”
My mom pleads too. “Jo, listen to your very big, scary gentleman friend here. The dress takes away from the very classic look you’re going for.” AKA, my mom is saying it’s trashy.
Ebony gives me a wink before speaking to my mom. “Stella, you feel this dress is inappropriate, correct?”
My mom nearly shouts. “YES!”
“Would you say it makes Jo’s wedding gown look modest in comparison?” Ebony continues.
Mom nods. “It makes hers look conservative, I agree.”
Ebony smiles triumphantly. “If I agree to wear the same dress as Opal, will you stop criticizing Jo’s?”
My mom bobs her head, vigorously. “Yes, I would.Pleasepick the other dress!”
Ebony shrugs. “Okay.”
Tony and my mom look shocked. “Okay?” they say in unison.
Ebony nods. “I’ll wear the other dress, but if I hear anyone say one more negative thing about any of Jo’s wedding choices—not just the dress—then I’m walking down the aisle in this.” Ebony shimmies her rack again for good measure. I swear to God, I hear Tony moan.
My mom lets out a sigh of relief.
