Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 69371 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 347(@200wpm)___ 277(@250wpm)___ 231(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69371 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 347(@200wpm)___ 277(@250wpm)___ 231(@300wpm)
Chapter 7
Clarabella
"Happy day before the wedding day!” Shelby enters the bridal suite while my hair is being fixed with two crystal champagne glasses in her hand. She is wearing a blush-pink tulle dress, with a beaded belt, that goes all the way to the floor. It flows when she walks, and the minute she tried it on, she bought it.
"Happy day before the wedding day," I respond back to her, smiling. That saying was something that we started to say at the beginning when we got our first couple of clients.
She comes and hands me a glass and clinks it with mine. "To the last penis you will ever have." She makes me laugh as I take a sip. The hairdresser blow-dries my hair into a perfect bob. I cut it a bit too short last time, thinking that it would grow back in time for the wedding, but it didn't, and we are just going to have to go with it. My mother tried to talk me into getting extensions, but she nixed that idea when I bought a wig with horrible bangs and showed up at her house. So they are going to go with my short hair that is layered in the front.
"To the last penis of my life," I say once I finish the whole glass.
The door opens, and Presley comes in, in her own blush-pink dress, but hers molds to her body. She went the opposite of Shelby and said since she was the only single one left, she had to be sexy for all of us. Her black hair is parted in the middle and pinned back into a ponytail. "I come bearing booze." She holds up the champagne bottle in one hand and a glass in the other. "Happy day before the wedding day."
"Fill ’er up," I invite, handing her my empty glass. "How is it going out there?"
"Well, the groom is already here,” Presley says, popping the bottle of champagne. "Which is already better than Shelby's wedding." I laugh.
"And you only have the two of us as bridesmaids, so it's safe to say he hasn't fucked either of us,” Shelby assures me, holding her own glass up and swallowing what was left.
"I mean, I don't know about you guys, but that’s winning in my book." I clap my hands together. "Thank you for not sleeping with him." Presley hands me my glass of champagne, and I take a gulp.
"Anything for you,” Presley teases. "I mean, it does help that he's the opposite of my type."
"That." Shelby points at her. "And I have my own pole to ride at home."
"I'm going to throw up if you keep calling Ace's dick a pole." I’m finishing my glass of champagne when there is another knock on the door.
"Can I join the party?” Harlow asks, poking her head in and smiling at us. "Actually, your brother is pinching my ass, so can we join the party?" I nod, and she opens the door and walks in wearing a long black dress that looks like lace. It has no sleeves, and when it gets to her knees, it's all see-through. "I wore black for you," she says. "So you feel at home."
"Happy wedding rehearsal,” Travis says, holding up the drink in his hand. It's a low glass with amber liquid inside, and I hold out my hand.
"One, it's happy day before the wedding day," I declare, waiting for him to give me his glass. "And two, I just want a sip." He comes over and hands me his glass.
"I thought you gave up scotch,” Presley quizzes from behind me as I bring the glass to my lips and take a sip. The burning on the way down makes me close my eyes.
"I did. I just wanted to taste it," I say, not bothering to give him back his glass. The hairdresser finishes my hair and leaves the room for me to get dressed.
"How crazy is it out there?" I ask Travis, who just smiles.
"Nothing caught on fire," he confirms, and we all gasp.
"The universe," Shelby says. "You guys messed around with that at my wedding, and look what happened."
"You became a legend and then had a week-long affair with your best friend,” Presley reminds her. "Then married him." She finishes her glass of champagne. "I call that winning."
"I'm just going to say it," Harlow says. "If this wedding doesn't happen, your mother…" She shakes her head. "She already said she's moving."
We all laugh at her now. "My mother isn't going anywhere. You have her grandkids, and this one is going to be pregnant any day now with the amount of sex they have."
"Keep the drink.” Travis grimaces as he walks over to the couch. "Why doesn't the groom's room have all this shit?" he asks, looking around the room. “There should be a comfy couch in there and a television to watch sports while we wait."