assisting me every step of the way. Plus, she has great taste in fashion.” She looked at me, smiled, and patted my knee. “I value her opinion.”
Another bridesmaid --Marley’s other line sister—belted out a sarcastic chuckle. “And, we don’t?”
This time I’d had enough. “Listen, I’m here because I’m clearly the only of Marley’s friends who knows how to dress. She needs my expertise. If you have a problem with it, you can be replaced.”
Marley quickly popped to her feet. “Nola, no... Nobody is being replaced. We’re not about to take it there.”
Marley pressed her hands together, and faced her crew, “I need you all for individual purposes. Y’all are my childhood friends. Y’all are my girls. You are my line sisters. And my sisters in Christ. I’m not dropping anyone from the wedding.”
The Maid of Honor folded her arms and cut her eyes to me. “Which chapter are you from anyway?”
I crossed my legs and scanned her from toe to head. “The Omega Tri-state Chapter--Marley’s chapter.”
She replied, “Yeah, but Marley didn't pledge that chapter.”
“That’s a grad chapter.” Trisherica backed her up. “So you became an Alpha Kappa Lady after college?”
I sarcastically asked, “isn’t there' only two different ways?”
She got a kick out of this. “So you ain’t even pledge! You didn't have the real, real Greek experience.”
I nodded, appearing unfazed. “Sure… just about as real as that Chanel bag.”
The Bridesmaids laughed. Only a few hung their mouths opens. Marley had her face buried in her hands.
The Maid of Honor adjusted the straps of the bag that hung on her arm. “I don't know about your process, but my bag is definitely real.”
“Show me your numbers,” I said.
“My numbers?” she snapped her head back, confused.
“My point exactly...” She probably had no clue that all authentic Chanel bags have seven-digit serial numbers in the inside. Anyway, the bag she carried was supposed to be the replica of a $2500 tote. There was no way she was rocking a bag that probably cost more than her monthly rent for five months. I flagged my hand. “That bag is about as real as that ugly lace wig.”
My last insult obviously hit a soft spot. The Maid of Honor charged for me.
“Trisherica, no!” Marley screamed.
She was probably one-fourth of a centimeter from pulling me from my seat before Marley and the other line sister pulled her away and dragged her out. I was still sitting comfortably. The other ladies looked appalled. One of them had her hand on her chest with her mouth hanging open.
“I apologize on behalf of my sorority,” I said. “We aren't all like that. All organizations have a couple of hoodrats. I'm sure you've experienced a few in church.”
A bridesmaid laughed. “I can't even deny that… as much as I want to!”
Moments later, Marley and her line sisters returned. The one who tried to hit me was much calmer and avoided eye contact with me. In my opinion, Marley’s bridesmaids were ugly inside and out, with their stank attitudes. They were nothing like Marley, and I couldn’t imagine them growing up with her. Except for the one slim and short girl. She was pretty, tiny, and quiet, but at the same time, she avoided eye contact with me as well, so I couldn’t tell.
The Maid of Honor sucked her teeth
Another bridesmaid --Marley’s other line sister—belted out a sarcastic chuckle. “And, we don’t?”
This time I’d had enough. “Listen, I’m here because I’m clearly the only of Marley’s friends who knows how to dress. She needs my expertise. If you have a problem with it, you can be replaced.”
Marley quickly popped to her feet. “Nola, no... Nobody is being replaced. We’re not about to take it there.”
Marley pressed her hands together, and faced her crew, “I need you all for individual purposes. Y’all are my childhood friends. Y’all are my girls. You are my line sisters. And my sisters in Christ. I’m not dropping anyone from the wedding.”
The Maid of Honor folded her arms and cut her eyes to me. “Which chapter are you from anyway?”
I crossed my legs and scanned her from toe to head. “The Omega Tri-state Chapter--Marley’s chapter.”
She replied, “Yeah, but Marley didn't pledge that chapter.”
“That’s a grad chapter.” Trisherica backed her up. “So you became an Alpha Kappa Lady after college?”
I sarcastically asked, “isn’t there' only two different ways?”
She got a kick out of this. “So you ain’t even pledge! You didn't have the real, real Greek experience.”
I nodded, appearing unfazed. “Sure… just about as real as that Chanel bag.”
The Bridesmaids laughed. Only a few hung their mouths opens. Marley had her face buried in her hands.
The Maid of Honor adjusted the straps of the bag that hung on her arm. “I don't know about your process, but my bag is definitely real.”
“Show me your numbers,” I said.
“My numbers?” she snapped her head back, confused.
“My point exactly...” She probably had no clue that all authentic Chanel bags have seven-digit serial numbers in the inside. Anyway, the bag she carried was supposed to be the replica of a $2500 tote. There was no way she was rocking a bag that probably cost more than her monthly rent for five months. I flagged my hand. “That bag is about as real as that ugly lace wig.”
My last insult obviously hit a soft spot. The Maid of Honor charged for me.
“Trisherica, no!” Marley screamed.
She was probably one-fourth of a centimeter from pulling me from my seat before Marley and the other line sister pulled her away and dragged her out. I was still sitting comfortably. The other ladies looked appalled. One of them had her hand on her chest with her mouth hanging open.
“I apologize on behalf of my sorority,” I said. “We aren't all like that. All organizations have a couple of hoodrats. I'm sure you've experienced a few in church.”
A bridesmaid laughed. “I can't even deny that… as much as I want to!”
Moments later, Marley and her line sisters returned. The one who tried to hit me was much calmer and avoided eye contact with me. In my opinion, Marley’s bridesmaids were ugly inside and out, with their stank attitudes. They were nothing like Marley, and I couldn’t imagine them growing up with her. Except for the one slim and short girl. She was pretty, tiny, and quiet, but at the same time, she avoided eye contact with me as well, so I couldn’t tell.
The Maid of Honor sucked her teeth
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