Zesty Zoey 1844-332-2639 Ext 403 & Kayla Cumsalot 1844-332-2639 Ext 357
Okay, I know you read her version first, but that doesn’t mean it’s the truth! Zoey and I are best friends! Sisters, lovers, etc, so you know when we fight, we fight as hard as we fuck. We were at a friend’s wedding as bridesmaids. Yup, dressed in the same sweet, pale yellow dresses that fell just below our knees with our hair tied up in the same little French twists. Really, we were fucking adorable. Until the reception.
After we walked in before the bride and groom and all the hoopla was finished, Zoey and I stood at the bar scanning the room. There… target numero uno! This dude wasn’t part of the wedding party; normally, we go for groomsmen just to keep things cliche, so I figured he was fair game. I took a step toward my next boyfriend, and Zoey grabbed my elbow, “I don’t think so, Bitch. I saw him first.” She sassed in her ‘I mean business,’ voice. As If.
