Tina, having her own posse, her worker girls, Mimi and Lola, and my sister, Nat, decided to merge the two groups to form one. And with Nik comes his posse-his younger brother, Max, his best friend, Asher or Ghost, as the boys call him, and their cousin, Trick. Nik owns the club across the street from Safira, The White Rabbit. Nik and Tina met, developed a friendship and fell in love. She opened a very successful boutique called Safira’s, and Nat followed close behind. When Tina lost her mom and daughter, she left California and moved to New York. Not quite close enough to be sisters, but too close to be called just friends. Her parents and mine were the best of friends, meaning, naturally, we all developed a special bond. They organized another small celebration to be held in the best man, Nik, and maid of honor, Tina’s, backyard. They said at the time it felt right, but when they got home, it felt wrong, that it felt like something was missing. They got hitched in Vegas, married by Elvis. I don’t bother packing tissues, as if somehow that’ll stop the tears, and usually, before the cake is even cut, my makeup is all over my face and my eyes are swollen shut.īut today is worse. If you couldn’t tell, I don’t do weddings well. She looks at me and whispers, “Aww.” The first of her tears fall, and before I know it, we’re clutching each other and sobbing openly, wailing, sounding something like a couple of chimps fighting in a turf war. So when I see her eyes fill with tears and her lip quivers, I know it’s not long before this solo turns into a duet. So beautafoo.” I sit up and wail, “I’m juzz happy. I weakly reach a hand out to her, body shaking with silent sobs and try to speak. Nat glares at me and hisses only loud enough for me to hear, “Seriously, shut the eff up and stop with the crying. When I realize the annoyed person is my sister, I lift my face heavenward and cry harder. Wet mascara makes my eyelashes stick together. I hear someone say an annoyed, “Will someone please get her out of here?” Sinking down into my chair in the most unladylike way, I let out a long, keening cry. I try to speak through my hitching breaths and sobbing, “Izz juzz so beautafoo.” Hitch. He watches me with a mixture of concern and fear, backing up just a little. I look across to the middle-aged man sitting next to me. He gently hooks a hand around the back of her neck and holds her close, deepening the kiss and refusing to let her end it. Nat stands on her tiptoes and kisses her husband, Asher, through a smile. Without flinching, Mimi snatches up the flowers mid-air before winking to the crowd. You may kiss the bride,” my sister, Natalie, throws her bouquet behind her. When the celebrant smiles happily and utters, “I now pronounce you man and wife. I alternate whimpering and bawling, snorting every now and again. A high-pitched whimper leaves my mouth that is so high I think I hear a dog howl somewhere in the distance.

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