Page 3 of My One
“I’m sure.”
“Okay.” Brooke smiled again as she started to unzip her luggage.
“Stop trying to freak me out.” I continued unpacking.
“Not trying to freak you out. Marriage is huge, and a lot has happened this year.”
“Did you forget you’re engaged to Avery’s best friend?”
Brooke chuckled slightly. “Nope. Didn’t forget that.”
“We have good men, B.”
“I know. I’m just doing my maid of honor due diligence.”
“Thank you. Now, can we get ready to get me drunk?”
She grinned. “Yep. Tonight, I’m paying you back from my birthday.”
Brooke and I were almost ready to go when there was a knock on the door. The moment it swung open, I knew my friends from Boston had arrived.
“Let’s get this party started!” Kym shouted.
“We’re almost ready,” Brooke replied and stepped back, letting Kym and Jenna enter.
“Are you ready to have a final night as a single woman?” Jenna asked, stopping at the bathroom where I was putting on the final touches of my makeup.
I turned to face Jenna. Kym was standing next to her. “No. I think I’m just going to cancel the whole thing.”
Their faces fell. “What?” Kym asked.
I couldn’t contain my smile any longer. “Kidding! Let’s do this.”
“Then you better put this on,” Brooke stated. She was holding out a bride-to-be sash. I took it from her and slipped it across my chest.
“Well, now I’m official,” I teased.
“Yeah, you are!” Kym hooked her arm through mine. “Let’s go get wasted.”
We cheered and walked out of the room.
My last night out as a single woman.
Dressed in jeans and sparkly tops, the girls and I ate at Javier’s inside the Aria hotel. Afterward, as we waited for the bill, Brooke let us know the next stop.
“I know this is Vegas, but I figured we wouldn’t want to walk all over the Strip in heels, so I thought we could go to the club here in the hotel and see if it’s fun.”
She was right. This was our first trip to Vegas, and I wanted to see it all, but we didn’t have time. Plus, what could make one club better than the other? The girls and I looked at each other and shrugged. “I’m okay with whatever,” I stated. I was just excited to be in Vegas and getting married.
“Great.” Brooke paid the bill, and we followed her out of the restaurant. “From what I saw online, JEWEL looks like fun.”
After we paid to get inside, we entered the main club and headed to the packed bar. It was nothing like Halo. Of course, Halo was a bar and not a booming nightclub, but the actual main bar of JEWEL was at least double the size of the bar top at Halo. The massive space was dimly lit with black lights casting a dark purple glow. Bodies were everywhere, and the music pumped loudly. It was everything I’d imagined the Vegas party life would be like, and I loved it.
“Shots?” Brooke yelled over the beat of the music.
“Shots!” I grinned, agreeing.
Once she caught the bartender’s eye, I watched her order four redheaded sluts. After they were poured, Brooke handed each of us the red liquor. She held her shot glass up, and we followed suit. “May your wedding night be like a kitchen table: four legs and no drawers.”
