Page 9 of Wild Ever After
As with everything else, I did a lot of combing through ideas and Pinterest boards for this weekend. In the end, I told Scarlett I wanted the full-on, tackiest, most epic of bachelorette parties. To say she came through would be an understatement.
Piper holds open the door to the next bar and then hands each of us a piece of paper as we pass by her.
“What is this?” I ask.
“Now that we’re all good and tipsy, it’s time to start the scavenger hunt.” She shakes her cleavage, which is on point in a slinky dress that would make her fiancé, Tyler’s eyes pop out of his head.
Scarlett orders a round of shots while Piper goes over the rules. There are fifteen tasks. For each one we complete, we get points, but the points don’t really matter. The objective is to embarrass me and get a lot of laughs in the process. Oh, and get photographic evidence. Scarlett is all over that. She’s been snapping pics from minute one.
“Which one should we do first?” Dakota asks me.
I glance over the list. It’s exactly the kind of stuff I would expect: get a free drink from a stranger, do a blow job shot, make a toast, dance on the bar, etc. I am here for all of it. This is exactly what I need to forget about Sam and work for a few hours. He still hasn’t called, and it hurts worse than thinking about walking down the aisle alone.
Lifting my shot glass, I smile at my friends. “A toast to the best friends a girl could ask for and a night I’ll never forget.”
They each grab a shot and lift it in the air. “Cheers!”
For the next two hours, I focus on the scavenger hunt. I love a good to-do list. I get a condom from a guy, take a picture with a police officer, use a cheesy pick-up line on another random guy, and dance on top of the bar.
I’m living my best life until we stumble into a country bar with sad music blasting on the jukebox and couples dancing. I’m several drinks in, not to mention the shots, and for some reason, it all finally hits me.
I’m at my bachelorette party, and I don’t even know if I still have a fiancé. I excuse myself to go to the bathroom. Scarlett eyes me curiously, as if she can feel me spiraling.
The music is quieter in here and somehow that makes more room for all the negative thoughts to crowd back into my mind. I brace my hands on the sink and take a few deep breaths. Scarlett walks in and I stand tall and start to wash my hands.
“Are you okay?” My best friend adjusts the veil on my head.
“Of course. I’m having a great time.”
“Don’t gaslight me. The second we walked in this bar, something shifted. I felt it.”
“Why can’t I marry you?” I give her a pouty face. “You see me more than anyone else. Plus, you’re smoking hot.”
She kisses the air. “Right back at you.”
A groan escapes and Scarlett wraps her arms around me.
“I’m sorry.” I let my head rest on her shoulder.
“Why are you sorry?” she asks.
“You planned this epic night and I’m hiding in the bathroom.”
“Oh please. You think I didn’t expect at least one breakdown?” She pulls back, opens her purse, and pulls out a bag of Skittles.
If I were the crying type, I’d be in tears. Also, I think I already used up my quota this week.
“You really do know me better than anyone.” I take them from her and clutch them to my chest. Scarlett is my soul sister.
“Still haven’t heard from Sam?”
“Not a word, and Melody made it very clear that I’m either getting married this weekend or I’m finding myself a new job.”
“Oh, honey.” She rubs my shoulder. “What can I do?”
“Agree to marry me so I don’t have to beg some guy off the street to be my groom.”
“Is that what Melody told you to do?”
