I'm Nicole Kennedy, the wife of Michael Jackson. This story is of how I met Michael and our relationship. I'm disclosing a lot of things in here, so just make sure it's between you and me. It'll be our secret-- we wouldn't want anyone else to know...
I waltz into the wedding boutique in 1983 with Alessandra, Mom, Katherine, LaToya, and Mikayla.
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Michael literally gave me an Express card to purchase the dress and anything else I wanted. I wanted to die when he did that.
"Michael, you don't need to do this," I said.
"All for you, Nicole. You're going to be my wife, I need to dress you up for our big day," Michael responded, smiling as I glanced at the Express card.
Diane von Furstenberg enters the room from a back door and greets us enthusiastically. She's especially happy to see my mom, who is like her best friends with her.
"Ah, here is the bride! Tell me, are you ready to buy the most expensive gown? I know your taste," Diane gushes.
I wave the card. "I'm more than ready."
I try on the first gown: it's a long-sleeved with lace in the back and on the train. The gown has a high-back neck and its matching veil is all French lace.
I look in the mirror. Everyone ooh's and aah's as I twirl for them.
"What do you think?" I ask. Alessandra shakes her head.
"Too Victorian-Era."
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I try the next one, a strapless gown with attached half-sleeves and gray chiffon on the train.
"Nah, too gloomy," Mom remarks.
I pull a third one out: this one is gorgeous. It's made out of silk, everything is silk, and the veil is a simple lace covering that I just pin to my hair, no crown needed.
"Guys, what do you think?"
Mikayla smiles at me. "I think you already look like Mrs. Michael Jackson."
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I beam.
It's nighttime when we get back to our hotel. Mikayla and I order food to our room then change into our pajamas.
"I'm going to call Michael," I tell her, reaching for the phone.
"Dude, now? We're about to eat." Mikayla throws her day clothes into her suitcase.
I put the phone down. "What do you think about Katherine?"
Mikayla settles into a chair. "She seems pretty nice, so does LaToya."
"Yeah... Mikayla, can I tell you something and you promise not to say a word?"
"You know me, of course."
"Michael wants us to have a baby as soon as we get married next year."
"Woah." Mikayla's eyes widened. "Isn't that soon?"
I nod. "I really want to have his child... but it's scary, you know, thinking about it. Like, Mike says, as soon as we get married, he wants a baby."
"He can't choose when you'll get pregnant."
"But we'll start trying right away."
"Well, I know that child will have a nice life. Michael's Thriller album has been at #1 for a week now."
I smile proudly. "Yeah, he's very talented."
We eat dinner and look forward to the next day's activity: shopping for bridesmaid dresses.
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