The Little White Wedding Chapel, located in Las Vegas, Nevada, was one of the most world-renowed wedding chapels. They have hosted a number of celebrity weddings there. Kareem Bezel and Latoya Eala was about to join Michael Jordan and Juanita Vanoy and Bruce Willis and Demi Moore in being wed at the chapel. Marquis applied for the marriage license online and paid the associated $60 fee. In Clark County, blood tests were not required, so there was no waiting period for that. Ergo, it would be a swift, nonreversible.
The gazebo area was wonderfully decorated and surrounded by palm trees. The grass was covered by a white cloth and at the top was a life size figure of Elvis Presley. There was an archway at the entrance and rows of seating for 30, but the Bezel party had only four people who served as witnesses: Mary-Jean Bezel, Amir, Natasha, and Marquis. At the hotel, the women had helped Toi get ready for the moment that would change her life, then they all took a limo to the chapel.
Twenty minutes after they arrived, Kareem and Marquis arrived in another limo. They stepped outside and Kareem smiled at the sun.
“This is very interesting. I am being married at a chapel and not at some elaborate cottage in England with 500 guests and a million dollar bill.”
Marquis replied, “This was $60.”
“Not quite. My Gucci suit was not cheap, and what is Toi wearing?”
“You know that we handled that before she was sent off to the airport. She bought a lovely and expensive Karl Lagerfeld gown from Barney’s before I met up with you.”
“And that costs?” Kareem asked laughing.
“Um, nothing. You know I pulled a scam and brought it. I wrote a company check, which Rhonda kindly approved when I called her. The check declined, but the rep was so thirsty, he let me call the check company, but I called Rhonda and of course, she acted like the check company and approved the check.”
“They’re still going for that?”
“Man, when 10% commission is on the line, why not?”
“So, I am getting married? This is unreal, man.”
“Why?” Marquis said and straightened out Kareem’s tie. “You two were going to be married either way. There was no way that you were letting her go. And she was not going to let you go either.”
“I know man, but she has been a pain in the ass. I have women throwing their ass at me every day. I don’t have to deal with Toi’s nagging.”
“Man, you’re always going to have problems. Well, not always, but the grass ain’t greener. You have shared your life with Toi since high school and that you cannot change. You got to deal with her,,man. That’s just how it is.”
“Man, I know and I feel bad about her being a casualty of my bullshit, and the miscarriage of the baby. Every time I look at the box with the baby pic and footprints, I feel so bad for her.”
“It’s life, man. And for now you have to live this life. Let’s get in here, man. You have to get married.”
“Damn, I am getting married and my parents are not here and my brother is in jail.”
“Don’t worry. I paid for the most expensive photography package.”
“Tell me that you did not do anything fraudulent for this.”
“Nope, but I thought about it until I invited grand mom and Amir. I know that Tasha and Toi would have been down.”
“You’re right ‘bout that,” Kareem said and smiled. “Hell, Mary and Amir too. I have that sort of influence.”
“You do, man,” Marquis said and led Kareem into the chapel. “We have to cut through here to get to the gazebo. I booked an outside area at the chapel. Grandmom and Amir are seated. Tasha is the maid of honor, so she’s in the back with Toi, who I assume looks fabulous.”
“Man, I can’t believe this is about to happen and my mom and dad are not here.”
“This is just the first wedding. Please, I have already mentally planned the real one.”