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Bellamy Dupont has had a crush on Nikolai Semenov ever since he came from Russia. Nikolai has always resented her at times. When Nikolai moves back to Russia, ten-year-old Bellamy is devastated. After thirteen years, Nikolai returns, a...
Listen to the music up there when they walk into their reception! They dance to this song (all my Cameroonians......even though I'm Ghanaian.)
Today's the day. I'm excited, I'm crying, I'm panicking, I'm awake an hour before I'm supposed to be, I can't wait to wear my dress!!! Lord have mercy, my heart is beating at two hundred miles per hour.
I wake the girls up and force them to get everything ready, so we can go to the venue. I'm so excited, I managed to convince Nikolai to the vows at a church, and so I'll get ready at the reception venue and drive to the church and then come back and change into my beautiful ball gown.
I'm so happy.
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So, the makeup artist is almost done, and my hair is being straightened and curled. I'm so hyped to get in my dress like I appreciate the artist making me look fly but hurry the fuck up.
"Bellamy, how do we look?" Brandi asks.
Introducing, a brown skin, long purple braids in a bun, beautiful make-up, lips popping, lashes on fleek, purple off the shoulder, bodycon mermaid dress that accentuates her God blessed hips, welcome, my younger sister Brandi.
"Beautiful, so beautiful." I fanned my face to try and keep from crying.
Another beautiful tan skin, full kinky hair in a poofy half updo, cheekbones accentuated, nose highlighted, purple off shoulder mermaid dress that comes around her huge belly so perfectly, welcome, my beautiful pregnant friend, Winola Grady.
"You both are so beautiful. If I wasn't doing my make-up, I would hug both of you right now."
Winola giggles. "Bless your heart, Bells. I feel so pretty right now."
Brandi smiles. "We can tell bitch, your cowgirl is coming out."
Winola rolls her eyes as I laugh softly, trying to keep still.
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Look at me, brown skin, straightened curled hair, beautifully bedazzled wedding dress, an elegant purple lipstick; welcome, me, Bellamy DuPont, or should I say Bellamy Semenov.
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Oh my god, we're getting married!!!!!!
We're at the church. Thanks to Benji being here, we have a flower girl and a ring boy. Winola and Bentley just went. Brandi went with some hunk Nikolai brought, Massimo went with Farah, and now it's my turn.
Benji smiles at me. "Are you ready?"
No, forget what I said. I get why people are so nervous. I'm shitting my pants–no skirt, I'm shitting my skirt.
