Hello Hello all! Thanks in advance for reading another one of my crazy stories from this wild mind of mine. I've been gone for a minute but I'm back and with updates for nearly every story!

If you haven't already be sure to check out my other fanfics: "Hiding in Plain Sight", "Just a Friend" , & "Do You Have What it Takes"

Anyways, let's get to the story. As most of you know, I love a playlist that goes with the chapters; so here it is.

1. "I'm in Love" by Aretha Franklin

2. "Read All About it" by Emeli Sande

3. "Un-Break My Heart" by Toni Braxton.

Oh and if you happen to forget the next song and don't wanna scroll up to check, don't worry I've placed markers throughout the chapter where the song should come in.

So without further delay, other than the DISCLAIMER: I OWN NOTHING BUT MY OCS (AND MY STORY!).

Ladies and gentlemen, I give you "Wrong Number".

Enjoy & Review

~P.S.B~

("I'm in Love" by Aretha Franklin)

"Ok ladies let's get it together! Get in formation sweeties, we have no time for wrong today!" Denzel said snapping his fingers as he bumped Tamera and Chloe to the chairs to get their hair ready; moving the other two maids to the makeup section. "And you two are known for having something wrong with your heads" he chuckled, poking his tongue out at them.

Tamera slapped Denzel's leg as she sat down, while Chloe shook her head. "Like you can talk, with that color in your head looking like a wax covered Q-tip" she snapped, commenting on Denzel's new honey blonde dyed low cut; making the room burst into laughter.

"Oh no you didn't Ms. 'Can't use a flat iron to save her life'; every time you walk in the room I either wanna ask who burned a tire or who fried the chicken wrong?" Denzel said, fanning Tamera's frizzy hair; pulling a piece up with two fingers.

"It's natural" she huffed, patting her hair. "It's a process"

Denzel rolled his eyes, drifting his head back before pouting his lips at Tamera "No baby, what you need is a process….a process of a perm. And that is not natural that's….Jesus! It's a struggle" he said wiping his forehead, "Girl what you need to do is go out to that alter and pray that God sends you some Dr. Miracle for this jungle bush you call hair"

Tamera shook her head and laughed as the rest of the room joined in, "You do me so wrong Denny" she chuckled, covering her face, sighing.

"It's all in love babydoll," he said giving her a hug, grinning

Shaking her head, Chloe wiped the laughing tears from her eyes; "Gina what are you gonna do with these two?" she asked, looking at her cousin through the mirror, who was watching the whole scene with a smile.

"Girl, I don't really know" she smirked, walking over to the trio. "But what I do know is…Destiny's child needs to get it together for my wedding" she laughed looking at the three, "So Beyonce," she said turning to Denzel, before looking at Tamera and Chloe "Kelly, Michelle; get ready please." She teased.

Denzel smirked, his light tan skin turning pink from his blush. "Mmph, ya heard that backups" he laughed, "Now let's work out this abomination against mankind" he said starting on Tamera's hair.

Regina shook her head as the two continued with their playful snaps; truthfully she would be lost without the help and laughter of those three. Through the planning, the budgets, the pick of the venue and food…not to mention the cost of her dress…this day just had to be perfect. She's anxiously waited for this moment going on 5 years; two filled with the hectic planning. But it was all worth it. Just to make it to this day….when she would marry the man of her dreams.

As her bridesmaids made sure their hair and makeup looked perfect, Tamera and Denzel continued to fuss; while Regina glanced at her dress in the corner. A pure white ball gown with the corset middle leading up to a sweetheart neckline, lace accenting the sleeves and train; her veil sewn to the back of a silver tiara shining from the mannequin head.

Nervously twisting her engagement ring on her finger, Regina sighed deep in her thoughts on what her and her future husband would do from this day on. Kids always crossed her mind; she would love to have children…. preferably a baby girl. The daydream of a little girl in curls, playing on a swing flashed in her mind.

'Soon…..we can start our family' she thought, placing a hand on her empty stomach.

Taking a big sigh of relief in her daydream, Regina jumped when she felt someone's hands on her shoulders.

"Excuse me Ms. Williams, you're needed to hair and makeup A.S.A.P " Denzel smiled, pulling Gina into a chair facing a large mirror.

"I can't believe I'm getting married today Denny" she squealed still smiling,

Denzel squeaked as he bit his bottom lip, covering it with his hand. Regina looked into the mirror at Denzel, choked up in tears. Standing to her feet as she turned to her friend, Regina gently pulled Denzel to her; comfortingly rubbing his arms. "Denny, baby what's wrong?" she asked, worried.

"I'm just so happy for you," he whimpered, attempting to fan away his tears. "My bestie is getting married!" he shouted in a high pitch, pulling Gina into a hug.

The tender moment between the two pulled their friends' heart strings; quickly making their way over, hugging the bride tightly.

Regina was so blessed to have wonderful friends that loved and cared about her; especially putting up with her through the years before she met her fiancé. Meeting Denzel at a summer job after high school and Tamera in college, she's known Chloe since they were babies; being that she was her cousin. She couldn't get away from them if she tried, after first meeting each other they instantly became the fabulous four, as Denzel constantly called them.

Getting married wouldn't have been right if those three weren't there with her,

"Alright y'all, no more tears." Denzel said pulling away from the group hug, dabbing his eyes with a tissue. "We don't need mascara massacre looking maids. We need to be flawless," he snapped, moving Gina back to the chair "While the bride needs to be goddess gorgues, baby" he chuckled.

Regina smirked as she looked at herself in the mirror. Olive skin and hazel brown eyes glowed back, her dark brown hair, recently colored for the wedding, brought out her warm skin tone. She was ready more than ever to marry the man she loved; nothing could bring her down on her special day.

("Read all about it" by Emeli Sande)

Soon the church started to fill up with relatives and friends. As the bridesmaids and the bride got ready for the approaching hour, down the hall the groomsmen were adding the finishing touches on their tuxes.

Making sure his brother had his tie right, Andre, the best man glanced out the window looking for his friend.

"Anybody heard from Q?" he asked, finishing up his brother's tie.

Shaking their heads 'no' as they continued to get ready, Andre sighed, rubbing his forehead. "It's nearly time to start" he said walking out the door, moving towards the sidewalk.

Looking down both ways of the street, Andre started to get nervous when he didn't see the town car Quentin was coming in. As he looked down at his watch, he didn't notice the young woman walking up to him.

"Dre?"

Turning at the mention of his name, Andre bit his lip; seeing who was standing behind him.

"Drea…what's up?" he sighed frustrated, not expecting his sister coming to the wedding. "What're you doing here?"

Silently Andrea walked up to her brother before placing something in his hands,

"Tell Gina I said hey" she said walking away, leaving Andre confused with an envelope in his hands.

Regina

"And we are done honey" Denzel smiled, turning me around to face the mirror.

Finally seeing myself in my wedding dress made it all more real…..I was getting married. The memories of how long I've waited sunk in, bringing tears to my eyes.

"Oh no Gigi, we can not have tears right now" he said, pulling out another tissue. "You are not messing up my masterpiece." Denzel teased, pouting his lips.

I giggled as I lightly dabbed my eyes, trying to not mess up my makeup; "I can't help it," I said, cringing at the sound of my voice cracking. "It's been so long….and…"

Already knowing what I was trying to say, Denzel pulled me into another hug. He knew me better than I knew myself; so many times I wished he was straight. But then I wouldn't have my bestie, Denny the Diva.

"It's all good Gigi," he warmly smiled before it fell. "Well….let's put a pin in that for a minute." He said looking at the door behind me.

("Un-break my heart" by Toni Braxton)

Turning around I smiled, nervously. "Dre, you're supposed to be getting Q and the guys ready." I fussed, walking over to my fiancé's best man.

"Y…yeah I know Gina…" he stuttered, looking down.

Instantly I could tell something wasn't right; this morning Andre was just as excited about the wedding as much as Quentin and I were; what changed? Glancing down, I gasped at what he was looking at.

"Dre…what's that?" I shuddered; my heart raced seeing an envelope in his hands.

Quickly I tried not to jump to conclusions, but the proof was standing right in front of me.

"I'm sorry Gina." He whispered, handing me the envelope before leaving the room.

My stomach clenched when I watched Dre leave, 'Stop over thinking things, nothing's wrong.' I thought, trying to calm my racing heart as I looked down at the letter in my hands.

Tearing open the envelope, my hands trembled as I pulled out the letter.

After the first line, I couldn't read anymore.

'This can't be happening! Not on my wedding day!' I thought falling to the seat of the couch; the letter flew from my hands to Denzel's.

Going over the words I just read, the reality of the letter sunk in; crashing a flood of emotions onto me. Just this morning I was the happiest woman alive, nothing could bring me down. Now I felt like I lost everything…truthfully I did.

The pressure behind my eyes was too much to hold in, tears cascading down my face as the words repeated over and over in my head. Ruining my makeup was the last thing I was concerned with as I gasped for air; a burn like drinking raw alcohol hit my throat. In that brief moment, I could've sworn I heard the sound of glass shattering. The clenching feeling in my stomach came back, rising up to my chest.

I heard people talking but the only thing I was focused on was the letter….the cause of this. Placing my hand on my chest, I tried to hold back my heart from exploding from it. As I tried to regulate my breathing, I knew it wouldn't ease the pain….it didn't ease the tears…..it only increased them.

'The years we shared….the moments we had…..our struggle to make it to this day…..was all for nothing!' I thought trying to stand up.

Taking one step, I glanced up at Denzel who was stood in front of two blurry figures. Catching sight of the letter still in his hands, the room started to spin. Words became murmurs…..colors faded.

As my world turned black, I asked why was this happening to me?

The reason was summed up into 8 words…..

Gina, I'm sorry but I can't do this.