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Camille Anderson has been dreaming about her wedding with Trevor Williams since she first laid eyes on him in her driveway 18 years ago. Now that her dream is coming true, she doesn’t want anything to interfere with her special day. But when issues surrounding her parents, an office scandal and Trevor’s nosey cousin come into play, Camille wonders if her dream day will go up in smoke. 

Trevor Williams doesn’t want anything to go wrong with his wedding with Camille. He wants to do everything perfectly; but when he is faced with an important decision, he soon realizes that not everything in life will be the way he wants it.

With the issues that are surrounding them, they soon have to re-evaluate the love they have for each other and most importantly, the friendship they deeply cherish. 

 
 
EXCERPT….
 
 
 
 
Chapter 1: Camille
 
August, 1996
“Camille, you
better get a move on! Tia will be here any minute!”
I rolled my eyes
towards the ceiling at my mom yelling in the hallway. I knew Tia was on her way
over. She called five minutes ago letting me know she was.
“I know, Mom! I’m
trying to find my sandals!” I yelled back.
The two of us,
along with her mom, were heading to the mall to buy new clothes for
school.  Since a new school year was
starting soon, my parents gave me some spending money to shop. Normally, my mom
would take me, but since she had a huge project for her job, she asked Mrs.
Simmons if I could tag along with her and Tia. I think she really wanted her as
reinforcement to see what types of outfits I would pick out so Mrs. Simmons
could report back to her.
After searching
through my room for a good 10 minutes, I was finally able to find my tan sandals.
I slipped them on, looking at myself in the full-length mirror. I couldn’t
believe in a matter of days, I would be heading to eighth grade.  This time next year, I would be in ninth
grade. I couldn’t believe it! I wish this year would just hurry up so I could
start my journey in high school.
I looked at the
green dress I was wearing, wondering why I chose such a hideous color. I hated
anything green, so I didn’t know why I bought it. I guess because I loved the
dress so much. I spun around, letting the full skirt twirl and did another
inspection of my appearance. I sighed, grabbed my purse and went
downstairs.  Once I got down there, I
went into the kitchen and took an apple from the fruit bowl. My mom looked at
me as she stuffed a couple of papers into her briefcase.
“Took you long
enough. What were you doing up there?”
“I had to make
myself even more beautiful. You didn’t want me going out of the house dressed
any kind of way, did you?”
My mom smiled and
put her glasses on. “Of course not. If you did, I wouldn’t let you leave. Now,
I trust you to pick out appropriate clothing for school, okay?”
“Of course, Mom.
See you later. I love you,” I said, giving her a kiss on the cheek before
heading out the door.
I went towards the
driveway, taking in how beautiful the day looked. The only thing that would
make this day better was a breeze or two coming in. Hopefully, Tia and her mom
would arrive soon because heat and I definitely did not mix.
I continued
standing outside when I noticed a tan Suburban pulling into the driveway next
door. I stared intensely at the vehicle, curious to see who my new neighbors
were. The SUV had been coming back and forth to the house since this morning,
along with moving vans and loud noises that woke me up from my peaceful sleep.
Whoever it was probably wouldn’t peak my interest anyway. It was probably some
older couple who I would never see because they never left the house.
I started to
become impatient waiting on Tia. I stood on the heel of my sandals, rocking
myself back and forth. I looked over at the house again, and my entire body
stiffened. My breath was caught in my throat as I stared at the guy stepping
out of the Suburban. He was absolutely gorgeous! I checked out his appearance
from head to toe: ivory-colored skin that looked so smooth, jet-black hair that
was wavy and looked shiny in the sunlight. And the best part – he was wearing
the jersey of my favorite player from the ouHouston Rockets, Hakeem Olajuwon.
He looked over in
my direction with a bright smile that showed his pearly white teeth.  His smile alone made me melt.
He turned around
and looked at an older man, which, from the similar features, I assumed was his
father. He smiled at him, then walked my way. I suddenly became nervous and
wiped my sweaty palms onto my dress. Hopefully, I didn’t leave any stains.
“Hi,” he said once
he approached me.
“Hi,” I said
shyly, wiping my hands on my dress again.
“I noticed you’ve
been staring at us from the time we pulled up to now, so I wanted to introduce
myself. I’m Trevor Williams,” he said, offering his hand.
 I
smiled and put my hand in his, giving a firm shake as I stared into his brown
eyes. Even his eyes were dreamy.
“Camille Anderson.
I guess we’re neighbors,” I replied. Then I thought that was the dumbest thing
ever to say. Of course we’re neighbors; I didn’t have to remind him of that.
“Yeah, I guess we
are. So, do you usually stand outside and keep a watch on the neighbors?”
I blushed and
realized I probably had been staring at him for a long period of time. I guess
I couldn’t help it.
“I’m waiting on my
friend and her mom. We’re heading to the mall for school shopping.”
“Cool, there’s a
mall nearby. Well, I will definitely have to ask to tag along one day, if
you’re interested.”
Definitely, I thought. “So where are you moving
from?”
“Across town. My
dad just got a manager’s position with Cadwell Bank, and since it’s in this
area, he wanted to be closer, so here we are.”
“Cool. Well,
welcome to the neighborhood.”
“Thanks. So, what
school do you go to?” Trevor asked.
“McKinney.”
“That’s where I’m
going. I guess it makes sense since it’s in the neighborhood. What grade are
you in?”
“Eighth.”
“Same here. Maybe
we’ll have some classes together,” he replied.
“That
would be great,” I said with a bright smile while looking at his jersey.
“So,
I see you’re a Rockets fan.” 
“Of
course! I am from Houston, so why wouldn’t I be?”
“There
are a lot of people who live in Houston and like sports teams from other
cities.”
“I
guess that’s true. I know this may be a dumb question to ask, but do you like
video games?”
I
rolled my eyes at him and smiled. “Why because I’m a girl?”
“Well,
yeah.”
“Don’t
let the girly exterior fool you. I play them every once in awhile. In fact, I
just finished playing Tekken 2 yesterday.”
“Really?
I’m playing that game now.”
Before
I could say anything else, Tia’s mom pulled up. Tia stuck her head out of the
passenger side window with a surprised look.
“Hey,
Camille. Who’s the cutie?”
I
blushed again, and Trevor gave a huge smile.
“Tia
Marie Simmons! Get your head back into the car!” Mrs. Simmons yelled.
“Well,
I guess that’s my cue to leave. It was nice to meet you, Camille. I’m pretty
sure we’ll be seeing a lot of each other.”
“Yeah.
I’m counting on it.”
Trevor
smiled as he looked at me one last time before heading back to his house.
 

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Sheena Binkley first discovered her love for storytelling when writing her first story for a class project at the tender age of nine. Since then, she has composed several short stories and numerous tales that are not only engaging, but simply entertaining. She is also a freelance writer, penning articles on various topics including education and entertainment. Besides writing, she loves reading, shopping, and spending time with family and friends. She lives in Houston (where the weather is always unpredictable) with her husband and son.

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