Page 363 of Forbidden Billionaires: Vol. 8
Ready to Mingle
February 2025 (with flashbacks to Fall 2013)
Chastity’s Story – Book 1
Ready to Mingle - PART 1
Single Girl Rule #1
Boys are replaceable. Friends are forever.
Ready to Mingle - Prologue - Runaway Bride
Saturday – February 22, 2025
The hairdresser stepped back to admire her work. “What do you think?”
I look amazing.And I felt amazing too. After hours of sitting around in curlers and drinking mimosas…I was feeling more than a little buzzed. But before I could answer her, my wedding planner, Justin, strutted into the room.
He took one look at me and smiled. “Chastity, you are the picture of perfection.”
“Yeah, bitch, I know.”
He laughed. “Pictures start in thirty minutes. We need to get you into your dress. And where is Ash?”
“In here,” Ash said from the adjoining restroom.
“Well, come out,” Justin said. “We need to make sure it fits okay. Time is ticking, ladies!”
Ash groaned and stepped out in her hideous bridesmaid dress.
I couldn’t help but laugh. It was truly awful. I didn’t even want such a monstrosity in my wedding pictures. But payback was a bitch. And you should have seen what she’d made me wear at her first wedding. That sly whore tried to make up for it at her second wedding, but we were still not even.
“That dress is…fitted,” Justin said. It was pretty much the only nice thing to say. The design was freaking terrible. But it did fit her well.
“Stop laughing at me,” Ash said and glared at me. “I’m going to kill you.”
I shook my head. “You say that to me all the time. And yet…here I am alive and well on my wedding day!” I lifted my champagne glass in the air. “Ah, I’m getting married!” I stood up and wobbled a little in my heels.Definitely too many mimosas.I quickly downed the one in my hand and handed it to my hairdresser.
“Come over here,” I said and grabbed Ash. “We need a picture right now.”
“I’ve got you,” Justin said. He snapped a picture of Ash looking terrible and me looking like a queen in my satin robe and high heels. God, this really was the best day of my life.
Justin and Ash worked together to get me into my dress.
“I can’t believe I’m actually getting married,” I said and stared into the mirror. Ash’s dress was a taffeta nightmare. But my wedding dress was more of a dream. Actually, that was almost exactly what I said when I’d first put it on.A risqué dream.The v-neckline dipped way too low. And there were way too many sheer parts. And it was way too tight. Way too everything. Or at least…that was what everyone told me. They were totes wrong, though. It was perfect. And it was so easy to picture the layers spread out all around me on the floor as I sat on my soon-to-be husband’s face tonight. That’s right - he was a giver.
“You look simply radiant,” Justin said.
Ash sniffled. “You really do. You’re the most beautiful bride ever.”
“Don’t cry!” I said. “You’re going to make me cry!”
“No one cry!” Justin snapped. “I swear if I see one tear I’m going to make you get all your makeup redone. We will have no tearstained cheeks in these photos, people!” The walkie-talkie on his hip started going off. “Wedding planner duties are calling! Don’t smudge your makeup, or I swear to God…”
I laughed as Justin ran out of the room.
Ash sighed. “I’m so happy for you. And your fiancé is going to die when he sees you walk down the aisle. You two are perfect together.”
