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Ever since I could imagine I have always thought about my wedding. If it would be a big event a or small one? What kind of kidz bop music I would play? Will I have a Dora the Explorer Ice Cream cake? All of the dire information a child would think about.
And even if I did say that I would marry a billionaire throughout my teen years, never once did I mean it. Honestly, I accepted the fact that I would most likely end up in an arranged marriage that could either be filled with love or tolerance.
But today, December 15 my "unrealistic" dreams are finally coming true. I am Islamically marrying the man I love who loves me just as much.
Today is the day that my whole life changes for the better but according to Chasity, her life is changing for the worst.
My best friend has become accustomed to being our as she states, "designated astagfirullah blocker" and now that Angelo is becoming my husband, there is no need for her to chaperone.
"Inaya, I'm so glad that you're marrying my brother but I've gotten so used to third wheeling. What will I do now?" She whines over FaceTime as I find a billion hair products to make my hair perfect.
"You were never a third wheel. Angelo was. You can still hang out with us." I say smelling a shampoo Aaliyah bought me. Oo fruity.
"You're right. I'll just cry in my 28 million dollar Rolls Royce Angelo brought me as an apology gift for firing me. But regardless, I am just so excited. I am just so excited. My best friend is finally getting married and to my brothers?! Best day ever." Her children begin crying and she looks at them. "One of the best days ever."
"I'm excited too. But I am struggling to figure out the hair products I should use." I tell her as I grab a strawberry shampoo. Nope too childish. You are going to be a married woman. You need to smell elegant like vanilla.
"Oh, my God! The hair reveal, I totally forgot about that. I don't think you should stress too much about it. He's not going to cry if your hair doesn't smell like paradise." Oh my Allah! What if he does leave me because my hair isn't up to par?
Chasity sees my expression and sighs before saying, "Aya, stop it. It's Angelo. You two are like strangely perfect for each other. Everything will be fine." I take deep breaths as I calm myself. Chasity's right. Angelo is obsessed with me.
"I happen to agree with my baby sister," I scream when I hear Angelo's voice and toss my phone towards the wall. I can't see him or I'll cry because he's too beautiful.
"What's wrong, Naya?" Angelo asks, concern laced in his tone and I groan.
"I don't have my hijab on you little sinner. Geez, you can't wait for four hours, Russo." I say, with a mock attitude lacing my voice. I love this man. I wrap a hijab around my head and retrieve my phone. His smile widens when he sees me.
"Says the one who said that my tattoos were pretty the first time she met me. Deen over Dunya, Inaya." How dare he!
"I was returning a compliment because you called me stunning. Which is understandable. I am pretty hot." I laugh.
