Divine Intervention by Lutishia Lovely Read Free Book Online

twenty-something crowd. She refused the title “celebrity,” but more often than not when she went out in public her chances of being recognized were quite high. A two-man camera crew from the show had been filming Princess at various wedding-oriented activities since arriving earlier in the week.
    “I personally think it’s great that you’re getting ready to be a reality TV star.” Princess rolled her eyes. “And why didn’t you put us up in the Plaza?” Joni teased. “You know your parents have the paper.”
    “Because . . . I wasn’t going to take a chance on an accident, mechanical malfunction, act of God, or anything else getting in the way of y’all being at the church on time. From here, we can take the highway or if it’s backed up, we can hit the streets. Besides, which one of y’all is too good for the Marriott?” No one answered. “Uh-huh. I thought so.”
    Chandra Willis, who’d known Princess since the Willis family joined Mount Zion in the late nineties, chimed in. “I have no problem staying here. I’m just wondering what room your fine brother is in.”
    Princess rolled her eyes. “Girl, please. You don’t want to hook up with that ho.” Princess loved her older brother, Michael, but swore he had a different woman for every week of the year.
    “Girl, everybody can’t keep a lock on it until a brothah puts a ring on it.” Chandra slapped five with another member of the party. “So help a sistah out, Princess. I know the entire wedding party is being picked up from here. So what’s his room number?”
    Princess shrugged. “I honestly don’t know it and wouldn’t give it to you if I did. Embarrassing things can happen when a woman shows up to a man’s hotel room unannounced.”
    “And uninvited,” Joni added, with an arched brow.
    “Spoken like two married women. Y’all both get on my nerves.”
    Brittany looked at her watch. “It’s about time for me to crash but before I go, let’s play ‘final curtain.’”
    An instant frown formed on Chandra’s face. “What the heck is that?”
    “It’s where each of us asks the bride-to-be the final question of her single life. The questions can be funny or serious, off-the-wall or heartfelt. But the bride must promise to answer each question truthfully.” Brittany cast big, brown, twinkling eyes on a wary Princess. “You game, sistah?”
    Princess groaned. “Maybe I should just go to bed.”
    The rebuttal was immediate.
    “Chicken!”
    “C’mon, Princess!”
    “Where’s your big girl panties?”
    Similar monikers and entreaties spewed from the seven bridesmaids and one maid of honor in the room.
    “Okay, fine.” Princess said, tossing the pillow at Chandra, the instigator. “But let’s make it quick. All of a sudden I’m really tired.”
    “More like really scared,” Joni said with a laugh.
    And so it began.
    “Okay, I’ll go first,” Brittany offered. “Princess . . . my girl. At the risk of being accused of getting all up in your biz-ness . . .” Princess rolled her eyes. “How long after the ‘I do’s’ do you think it will be before you and Rafael get your freak on?”
    Sarah gasped, tossing blond curls out of a face that had turned a rosy shade of pink. “Brittany!”
    “Listen, Miss Virginity, this is grown folks business happening up in here.” Brittany tossed her own black, shoulder-length curls over her shoulder. “So pay attention. And take notes.”
    Princess studied her French-manicured fingers as she gave an answer. “Well, as y’all know, Rafael and I have been engaged for almost a year, and he has been very patient.” Princess glanced at those around the room, her eyes a mix of shyness and devil-may-care. “Let’s just say there’s a reason why we’re heading to a hotel instead of the airport tomorrow night. I’d say we’ll be trying to make babies before they clean up the last grain of rice.”
    “Ha!” Brittany slapped five with her childhood friend, even though she knew