Page 15 of I Found Love

“We’ll pass.” China and I said in unison then laughed.

“Roland makes good lamb chops.” Italy chuckled. “Y’all ain’t right.”

“No, he can cook for sure. He’s just not you.” China shrugged.

“No, I know.” I paused applying my eye liner. “I just… I don’t know. I want the food to feel like an experience. We’re going to be on the beach so I want it to be like… coastal. Does that make sense?” I looked at her through the mirror. “Like maybe seared scallops with lemon beurre blanc or champagne risotto with grilled asparagus.”

“Okay, bougie with a sea breeze.” She grinned, grabbing her phone and typing. “I like that. What else?”

“Let’s start with amuse-bouche. Something like cucumber cups with crème fraiche and smoked salmon. Then for the plated dinners—two options. For the seafood lovers we can do a butter-poached lobster tail with citrus herb butter, and for the land option we can do filet mignon with truffle mashed potatoes and haricots verts.”

“Okay, bitch, whose the chef? Me or you?” Italy grinned. “I loveeee, hoe! You’re feeding us like royalty.”

I laughed and went back to applying my makeup.

“I’ve been looking at meals in Cliqued.” I admitted. “I saw these coconuts…”

“Nope, we already have an idea for the coconuts,” she cut me off.

“I thought you were off.”

“I mean, I am, but it’sstillmy sister’s wedding.” She chuckled. “I’ve told them some stuff. Are we doing hors d’oeuvres during cocktail hour?”

“Of course. You can figure that out though.”

“Maybe passed trays…” She suggested. “Mini crab souffles, duck champagne towers and oysters with rose mignonette. Champagne towers. Signature cocktails. We can spoil the guests a little.”

“Yes! I love that!”

“My stomach is already growling.” China chimed in causing us to laugh.

“Fat ass.” I teased then directed my attention to Italy. “But yes, send that to Roland and Midnite right now please because I know neither of us will remember later.”

“I got you, sis.”

“What has Chez said about Midnite being a groomsman?” China asked. “I know he hates him.”

“He doesn’t hate him, Tootie.” I rolled my eyes and she laughed.

“He literally does.”

“Does he care for him? No, but hating him is a stretch. He didn’t respond though, so it’s not a no.”

“But it’s damn sure not a yes.” Italy laughed. “You need to get clarity on that before they do the bachelor party, Yaya. They’re all going together.”

“I know.” I sighed. “I’ve just been trying to keep the vibes good so I can pick the right time to ask him again.”

“Good luck sis.”

We finished up our makeup then went to get dressed. There was a white party going on at the club so we all had cute two-piece sets that we were wearing and accessorizing with different colors. China’s purse and shoes were silver, Italy did gold, and I did all white.

We left and got in our waiting cab then headed to the club. It was packed when we arrived. The line was long, but thankfully we met the owner in the lobby of the resort so we were able to bypass it before going inside.

I sent Sanchez some photos before leaving the resort so I checked my notifications when we made it to our reserved section and saw he had texted me back.

Husbae:

Husbae: You really look too good to be out there without me.

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