Free Material Girl 2: Labels and Love by Keisha Ervin Page B

ponytail revealing her flawless skin and three-carat diamond earrings.
    “What’s up?” Angel looked around perplexed as she hugged and air kissed his cheek. “I didn’t know we were having company.”
    “I’m sorry. I should’ve told you, but I wanted it to be a surprise. Since it seems like we’re not going back to L.A. anytime soon, I planned on starting the wedding plans here. So meet Kathy, our wedding planner, and John, our new real estate agent,” Milania beamed, pleased with herself.
    “So nice to finally meet you,” Kathy extended her hand for a shake. “I’ve heard so much about you.”
    “Really?” Angel eyed her quizzically. “I haven’t heard nothin’ about you.”
    “Baby,” Milania gasped, “don’t be rude.”
    “I’m not being rude at all. I just wasn’t expecting any of this, and honestly, right now, I’m not in the mood.”
    “He’s just a little cranky, excuse him,” Milania placed her hand on the side of her mouth as if she were telling a secret.
    “Baby,” she ran her hand across the top of her hair trying her best not to go off, “calm down. You’re probably just a little hungry. Once we sit down and start going over everything, you’ll see exactly what I’m trying to do.”
    “I know exactly what you’re tryin’ to do. You’re tryin’ to plan a wedding, but we haven’t even set a date, so how you gon’ consult wit’ a planner, let alone a realtor? I mean, I planned on us having a long engagement.”
    “What did you just say?” Milania jerked her head back, appalled. “’Cause I know damn well I didn’t hear what I thought I heard.”
    “Chill out.” Angel screwed up his face and pulled her out of the room so they could speak privately.
    He was over Milania and her spoiled, divaesque ways. It was time for Angel to put his foot down with her ’cause homegirl had him past fucked up.
    “I know you feelin’ some kinda way right now, but don’t ever play me like that in front of nobody.” He shot her a look that could kill.
    “But—” Milania tried to speak, but Angel stopped her.
    “But nothin’. I’m talkin’. Don’t interrupt me.” Angel waved his hand furiously. “Look, when I asked you to marry me, I meant it, but I wasn’t planning on us gettin’ married so soon. I figured we’d be engaged for a few years.”
    “A few years!” Milania repeated, heated.
    “Yes, a few years. C’mon, Milania, keep it funky. We barely know each other, and before we take that step toward being together forever, I think it’s best we learn as much as we can about each other.”
    “You should’ve thought about that before you proposed to me,” she snapped.
    “You’re right. I should’ve, but now I got the paparazzi down my back, me and my sista ain’t really speaking, and Dylan won’t even answer any of my calls. I mean, all of this shit is just too much.”
    “So what am I supposed to do now? I’ve already started picking out china arrangements and our color scheme for the wedding, which, by the way, will be an explosion of pink, and the realtor has found us some really breathtaking property out in L.A.”
    “What’s wrong with the crib I already have?”
    “Not to be rude but your place screams ‘bachelor pad.’ I think it’s time to move it on up like George and Weezy.”
    “Yo’, you start talkin’ like Weezy, and we gon’ have a problem for real,” Angel joked.
    “Shut up,” Milania placed her hand on his chest and laughed.
    “Look. I know that you feel like I’m rushing things, and to be honest wit’ you, I am. And the reason is because I want to spend the rest of my life with you, Angel. I love you, and it’s already bad enough that I won’t be the first woman to bear your child. At least give me this one thing.” She gave Angel a well executed expression of sorrow.
    “I know. Just give me some time.” Angel massaged her back.
    “How much time?” Milania batted her eyes, becoming irritated.
    “Not that much. Just a