Page 603 of Forbidden Billionaires: Vol. 8
“Wow, okay,” I said. “You girls are lucky I’m here. I think there’s still time to get this bachelorette party back on track, but we need to hurry.” I pulled a stack of Single Girl Rules membership cards out of my monokini and handed them to the bride. “Pass these around.”
“What are they?” asked the bride.
“The most important thing you’re ever going to read. In particular, I’d like to bring your attention to Rules 10, 39, 40, and 41. Especially you, Sloane.”
“What did I do?” asked Sloane.
“It’s more about what youdidn’tdo. Rule #39: Being a maid of honor is the most sacred duty in a woman’s life. And Rule #10: All celebrations of important life events must involve strippers.”
She stared at me.
“Did you hire strippers?” I asked.
“I did, actually. But Autumn made me cancel them.”
I turned to Autumn. “Are you trying to ruin the wedding?”
“Huh?” she asked.
“Rule #41: Any girl who doesn’t suck a cock at the bachelorette party is uninvited to the wedding. This includes the bride. No exceptions.”
She gave a nervous laugh. “But I’m married. And almost all of the other girls here have boyfriends.”
“Rule #40: At a bachelorette party, every girl is single again.”
“These can’t be real rules.”
God, she sounds exactly like Ash.
And then I realized something crazy.
Oh my God!“Ashniqua, Svetlana. Come with me.” I stood up and waved them into the bathroom.
“Slavanka,” I said. “Are you a Russian princess?”
“No, no. Why you ask?”
“Because! Those girls are older versions of us. Chloe the blonde bride. Autumn the timid ginger. And Sloane the raven-haired European princess. Their names even start with the same letters as ours!”
“Okay, there are a few similarities,” said Ash. “But there are more differences. I mean…I’ve never even had a boyfriend. There’s no way I’m gonna be the first one of us to get married.”
“Not according to the universe.”
“And Slavanka just said she’s not a princess,” added Ash.
“Yet,” I corrected. “Not a princessyet.A lot can happen in the next ten years.”
Ash didn’t look convinced. “So you think you’re gonna end up marrying some lame dude who won’t let you show off your cleavage?”
I shuddered at the thought. “Chad does get pretty jealous. And he’s extremely lame. And possibly racist.”Is the bride’s fiancé racist? I hate that for her.“And he may have already tried to propose once.” I held up my tiny little two-carat ring. And then I realized exactly what was happening. “Wait! Girls! Single Girl Rule #19: Never wear the same dress as a friend, unless you’re attempting the sexy twins gambit.”
“Oh God,” said Ash. “We’re literally wearing the same thing as them. And they are objectively sexy. And basically our twins. Are we…are we living in Single Girl Rule #19 right now?”
“Yes!” I screamed. “I’ve always known the Single Girl Rules were magical. And now they’re giving us a glimpse at what our lives could be like in ten years.”
“Do you think it’s set in stone?” asked Ash. “Because my twin seems like a great gal. I mean…she had the good sense to bring Trivial Pursuit to the party. And she was the only girl who ditched the heels and covered her ass with a sarong. Very classy.”
“No, no,” said Slavanka.
