Page 22 of A Happy Endings Wedding
She squealed. “I love it!” She rushed over to her friends. “Group hug!” Everyone huddled close. She glanced over her shoulder. “You too, Mom!”
Her mom demurred. “I’m not a member of the club.”
“You’re family,” Mad barked. Hailey’s momhadmarried Mad’s dad.
Her mom joined them, squeezing in next to Hailey, beaming at them. A moment later, her mom said, “Let’s get a picture.”
“Wait!” Mad pulled another shirt from a giant tote she’d stashed to the side and gave it to Hailey. “Put yours on.”
Hailey put it on over her white dress.
Her mom spoke to Lucy, the photographer fromLuxury Weddings, and gestured to them. A moment later, Lucy got a fun photo session going with them in a bunch of different poses.
After they’d finished, Mad told everyone, “There’s matching Happy Endings Book Club mugs too. Everyone gets one as a parting gift filled with naughty party favors.”
Hailey laughed. “That is awesome.”
Ally piped up. “I’m dying to know what we’re going to do with the inflatable banana.” Ally was queen of the unconventional wedding and enjoyed the odd and unusual.
“Any guesses?” Mad asked.
The women answered in a chorus of replies—
“Blow job tutorial!”
“Get the banana in the hole!”
“Banana volleyball.” That last one was from sweet Lauren. They all turned to Lauren, who blushed. “It is inflatable.”
Ally laughed. “Omigod, Hailey, wouldn’t a blow job tutorial be a great add-on for our business?”
“No!” Hailey said with a laugh. Imagine the press with that!
“It’s banana ring toss,” Mad said. “But don’t worry, if you’re looking for a penis, we have penis cake for dessert!”
Everyone laughed.
Mad gestured to the tables of food. “Okay, everyone, eat up, drink up; then it’s on to games.”
Hailey stuck to water and some plain crackers to be safe. She was especially glad she did when the wind picked up, rocking the boat so much they had to tuck the food into the coolers so it wouldn’t tip off the tables. She tried keeping her eye on the horizon, but it was difficult to focus on with her friends pulling her in different directions. By the time they finished banana ring toss, guess-who-got-you-the-panties (not too tough for her to figure out, she knew her friends well), and moved to the last game, Hailey was just praying for any excuse to get back to land.
She found the first mate circling the deck, offering drinks. “Is there a ladies’ room on board?”
“Yes, it’s below deck. Fair warning, the boat rocks more below, so hang onto the rail.”
She nodded and quickly went below, carefully making her way to the bathroom. Oh God, it smelled so bad in here. She threw up in the sink, quickly rinsed her mouth and the sink, and got out of there. She made her way back to the upper deck, where Mad promptly dragged her to a chair.
“Time for the next game,” Mad said cheerfully. She stepped behind Hailey and tied a blindfold over her eyes.
“What kind of game is this?” she asked weakly. With her eyes covered, the boat’s motion felt worse.
“We all got you a stylish accessory or piece of clothing,” Mad said. “You have to put them on blindfolded while sitting in a chair, and then you can see the whole thing put together at the end. You’ll love the stuff we got you. Claire was in on it.”
That meant designer, possibly haute couture. She battled nausea and held her hand out. “How many pieces?”
“Ten! Here.”
Hailey felt something lacy. “Tell me I’m not supposed to put on lingerie blindfolded.”
