“You think I’m the problem?”
“Yes,” I said plainly. “And I don’t know why and if it were any other day, I would encourage Chloe to check you herself. But the way you were acting earlier—”
“We’re not doing this here. Not on Chloe’s wedding day,” Corrine admonished me, looking around as if I were the one causing a scene.
What the hell?
My eyebrows flew up and I took a step back. I didn’t know if I was taken aback from her tone or if I was just reeling from the audacity. “What?”
“I’m not doing this with you,” Corrine said through clenched teeth. “You know what you did.”
“I’ve done nothing to you, Corrine. But if your beef is with me, so be it,” I snapped, taking a step toward her. “But you will get your shit together and stop being the fucking worst bridesmaid you can be. It’s exhausting for us to restrain ourselves from cussing you out and it’s even more exhausting to watch Chloe try to hold in her tears when, of all people, her sister is being a bitch.”
“Just because I don’t have much to say to you doesn’t mean I’m being a bitch.” She narrowed her eyes. “If I don’t have anything to say to you, I won’t fake it. But I’ve been a damn good bridesmaid and an even better sister. If I wasn’t, I would’ve told Chloe about last night.”
“What about last night?”
“My room is next to yours.” She curled her lip in disgust. “I know you fucked him.”
Eight
“Tisha, I feel one of my braids slipping. Can you come help with it?” I asked as Chloe, Maria, Corrine, and Mrs. Park finished with hair and makeup.
“Your hair looks fine,” Tisha noted as she straightened her rose gold bridesmaid dress.
My eyes bulged and my lips formed a hard line until she understood.
Tisha stood up and followed me. “But let me make sure it’s not going anywhere. I would hate to see a lone braid on the street and know for a fact it was yours.”
As soon as I got the bathroom door closed, I turned on the faucet. “I had sex with Kingston last night and when I confronted Corrine a couple of hours ago, she called me out on it. She knows! And she’s actually mad about it so she apparently likes him!”
“You and Kingston had sex,” Latisha hissed as we huddled in the bathroom under the pretense of fixing our hair. “And how does she know before me?” Her eyes widened. “Does Chloe know?”
“No, she doesn’t. Not yet. I think she would’ve said something by now,” I fretted. “And I was going to tell you when we got back from the photoshoot, but when Chloe opted for girl time over her bath, I didn’t get a chance.”
Tisha shook her head in disbelief. “I want to know everything!”
“We don’t have much time,” I complained. “What do you think I should do? I don’t want to mess up Chloe’s day by making her feel like I went behind her back. I was never going to tell her before the wedding, but I thought about Sunday before our flights home or in three weeks when they get back from their honeymoon. But now, with Corrine knowing, I just know I have to tell her before someone else does. Because if I’m not the one to tell her, it’ll look like I was keeping stuff from her.”
“First, how does Corrine even know?”
“She said she heard us. She’s in the room beside me.”
“What? How?” She rubbed her temple. “Were you loud? Did you scream his name or something?”
I lifted my shoulders. “I know I was loud, but I don’t remember everything I said.”
She quirked an eyebrow. “It was that good?”
“Girl.” I exhaled. “It was even better.”
She nodded appreciatively. “Okay, Kingston Wright.”
“But what do you think I should do about the whole”—I gestured to the other side of the door— “situation?”
“Corrine is probably going to try to tell her first thing in the morning before their big family breakfast,” Tisha guessed.
I nodded. “I was going to try to tell her in the middle of the reception. Before the dancing but after dinner. So if she feels a way about it, she can be surrounded by fun and love and the energy will pick her spirits back up.”
“Wait until the end of the reception. As asinine and poorly matched as it was, for whatever reason, she had a whole love story planned for them and you know how she is about plans. This