A pretty blonde seats us and I look on as Bianca and her friends excitedly pose for pictures.
The stage lights and the room fills with music. The girls clap as the Hunks storm the stage.
I look over each of the men carefully, relieved when I find the one I’d been hoping to see. Thankfully, nobody else recognizes him.
The pretty blonde makes sure our drinks remain filled, but I hardly touch mine, because I want to be as sober as possible when the chaos unfolds. Which it will.
When I’d made a reservation for the party two weeks ago, I secured the Ultimate VIP Experience, which took some haggling and a change of date.
But the hassle will all be worth it because, with the Ultimate package, you get your choice of Hunk to work your party. It’s never a guarantee, but I called to make sure the chances were high.
And I knew exactly which Hunk to pick.
The show breaks and the Hunks go to their assigned tables.
I do so love it when my plans begin to coalesce.
The unsuspecting Hunk drags a chair over, cups his hands around his mouth, and shouts, “Will the bride in training please take a seat!”
Oh, hell, yes!
Bianca rises shyly, her hands clutching her skirt like it’s her security blanket.
And as though right on cue, a woman squeals, “Oh my—GOD, is that the guy from the engagement party?”
Sweet, sweet victory.
“No-fucking-way!” Paisley sneers. “She hired an escort so she didn’t look like such a loser, and then she had sex with him in her car!”
“Can you believe it?” Kairi says.
“I have to admit, it’s an upgrade from Josh,” I say as I grab a glass of champagne from the table and drink it down in one gulp.
Poor Slay looks like a deer caught in headlights.
I almost feel bad.
Almost.
Everyone’s talking at once as Bianca tries to mitigate the situation, begging the table to calm down.
As chaos unfolds, in walks Natasha, who takes one look at the situation and flees.
Sadly, no one seems to put two and two together, and I go without recognition for my savage deed.
A man who looks like he’s in charge starts barking orders. Slay rushes backstage as a new Hunk comes over to the party.
Oh, well. It was fun while it lasted.
I order a strong victory drink and bask in my accomplishment.
After the show ends, the Hunk comes to escort us backstage. The girls excitedly follow, except for Bianca, who looks like she’s walking to her execution.
The girls eat up the Hunks’ attention, with one in particular getting handsy with a man going by the name of Kilo. Bianca doesn’t look at the Hunks. Her sad blue eyes focus on a far wall like it’s the only thing keeping her seated upright.
Is she really so dumb that she can’t see the truth?
I still don’t know why she and Elliot are rushing through their wedding planning. At first, I thought she'd gotten knocked up. But that’s not it. Something happened, and now they’re headed to the altar in a bullet train.
