Head in the entire congregation swung the double door. I’ll flung open,
Vision was fuzzy, no doubt from two fifty Emilio I’d try to drown out the fact that she was marrying someone else today.

Idelfonso and khaila could never be together.
But that didn’t mean I was going to watch khaila Smith marry someone else and not say a god- ****** words.

You *******. How could you?”
Khaila was dressed in a white, like the perfect bridge, asides from militants look into her face.

Might have miscalculated in my drunken haze.
Can’t marry him. Pretty sure my words slurred, but I didn’t care.

“ I don’t know why you think you get to have an opinion, get the hell out of here. “

“I can buy and sell him. “ More slurring.
Khaila’s eyes burned with her anger. “ Don’t. Care. Cuz you can’t buy me. “

Two set of arms grabbed me from the behind and dragged me back toward the door.

You ever look at my sister
again, Definitely I will ******* **** you myself.
Don’t care how much ******* money your family has.”
Khaila ‘s brother loomed overall of me, and I didn’t doubted his promise, especially while he was wearing his army dress uniform and green berets.
Next to him it was the grooms. Man who’d sold khaila the biggest crock of ****. I’d heard in my life. I’d told myself there was no way she’d ever go through. Way her brother would let her.

I was so wrong. He’d let her marry anyone but idelfonso.
Groom smirked but said nothing, they both turned and marched up the steps.
I weren’t so ******* wasted,
I’d go back in and try again.
Might be marrying her
today, but I wasn’t done with khaila