Fucked The Groom, Ruined the Wedding💦💦

Maya’s POV

The boutique smelled like fresh lilies and money… me likey hehe.

The Lovely Bride on Hudson Street was open and ready for business. Soft lighting, blush-pink walls wrapped in delicate vines; girly without being cheap, expensive without screaming it. The kind of place that whispered, “Girl, you can’t afford any of this shit, so scram,” but in the sweetest, most polite tone only Ava’s black card could answer back to.

How unfortunate for the rest of us broke-ass girlies who could only press our noses to the glass and dream.

Ava floated through it like she owned the square footage.

She twirled...