One Month Later
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Rashad's P.O.V
"Hey babe," Royalty politely interrupts my runway walk down the hallway.
"Whatchu need love?"
I stop in front of the mirror running my hand down my three piece suit.
"What's the budget?" She asks.
I snapped my head in her direction.
"What?" I raise my eyebrows. "What budget?"
"For the wedding."
She looks at me like I was the one talking crazy.
"Ain't no budget. Don't ever say the word budget no more." I lecture.
She throws her hands up in defense.
"Ok! Ok. I got it."
I shake my head in disbelief.
It's amazing how a person can have it all and not even notice.
I check the time on my watch before grabbing my keys of the coffee table.
"How I look?" I ask.
She shoots me a smile from ear to ear.
"Awe. You're cute!" She cooes like a child.
We laughed.
"Why you so fancy today?" She asks.
"I got a photo shoot, with Steve Harvey." I confess.
"You lyin'." She laughs.
"Girl please. He needs a new model for his new suits. And afterwards, I got a commercial with NIKE."
"Ok den! Go head wit' ya bad self!"
I laugh before kissing her.
"I'll see you later."
***
Candice's P.O.V
"Candice," The nurse calls out into the waiting room.
"That's me." I stand to my feet.
"You can follow me." She smiles, stepping aside to let me through.
***
I struggle to sit on the papery bed.
"So what brings you in today?"
My breathing waivers a little.
"I um." I struggle to find the right words "I think something's wrong." I say.
"Ok. Like what?"
"I can hardly breathe, and when I sit down it feels like I'm passing kidney stones as big as my titties."
"Oh dear!" She laughs, taking notes.
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Dear Royalty
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