After I got myself in order, I was snatching up my bouquet, a brilliant display of white and red roses when Prado said, "You're making a mistake."

"It's my mistake to make," I told him,
walking out into the ante-chamber.
Linda, my childhood friend, was going to town on the organ about thirty feet in front of me.

Samuel had a huge living room, den and everything else. The people seemed light years away from me. No one saw me, thank God!

People were whispering in anticipation. I got an adrenaline rush. I smiled, tears falling down my face.

I resisted temptation. As bad as I wanted Samuel's brother's dick knee deep inside me I just couldn't. That was his brother!

That was nasty.

I couldn't sink that low and do that, and even though I felt guilty for giving him some bomb head, I knew in my heart I could love Samuel if I just released my inhibitions and remained true to him.

Samuel was a swell guy and well liked, well versed and he knew how to turn three dollars into shopping mall magic.

Money talked and money paid the bills, money didn't grow on trees and right now (and hopefully forever) it would buy my happiness or put it on layaway at least so I can cash in my rain checks and I.O.U's.

I never cheated on him and I wasn't about to start. For some reason I just didn't feel right. It was one of those feelings that came out of nowhere.

Like some unknown force was trying to tell me something. But what was it? Maybe I was tripping.

Maybe I was scared that Samuel would find out that I gave his brother head and he would throw me out on my ass.

Maybe I didn't give a damn. Everyone had their secrets and I had mine. Who was to say that Samuel didn't fuck a bitch behind my back, calling it the Last Hurrah?

I looked ahead, my heart fluttering. The beautiful white orchids all over the place, everyone dressed in white or purple.

Selected colors I specifically requested. My single life about to go down the tubes. No more bachelorette bullshit. Was I ready? Could I do this? Oh my God.

My mind has gone blank. The room was spinning. I couldn't even remember my name right now. Two plus two was eleven and eight times three was six.

Had I done all the things I wanted to do before I take that walk on the wild side. Once I do marry Samuel it has to be forever.

I wouldn't be getting a divorce.

It's FOREVER!

An ice swan was by the front door. Champagne was on ice. Cold feet. I was getting cold feet. I took off the veil, balled it up in my hand and stuffed it deep down in my titties.

There was a hole in it, didn't want to look fucked up in my own wedding.

I couldn't get my mind off Chandra. I tried calling her again but no answer. Thank God no one saw me.

My handsome fiancé was at the altar. Talking to Pastor Mark James. He looked happy, serene.

He always made me feel good about things, which was one of the reasons I wanted to marry him.

I closed my eyes, praying to God.

Protect me.