Following the music, I go to their shared bathroom, pushing open the door.
And there they are, in all their naked glory. I should be surprised, but nothing surprises me with them anymore.
“Surprise, motherfucker!” Megan shouts, popping off a cork.
“Jesus, Meg, you’ll take my damn eye out.” I chuckle, shielding my face. “What are you idiots doing?”
Stepping into the room, I take in their glasses of fizz and skimpy bikinis, both of them covered in shave foam and razors in hand.
“I might have told a little white lie.”
“Luce,” I warn.
“Girl, we’re going to Spain.”
“What?!” I frown.
“For my birthday! Girls’ trip.”
My face drops, and I know I’m about to disappoint her. “I can’t go away right now. I have no money.”
“I’m paying.” She shrugs, turning away from me and cleaning off the razor in the sink.
“Did you win the lottery all of a sudden?” I ask, eyeing her shiny gold bikini. “Love that by the way.”
“No! Mum and dad gave me some vouchers, and I thought I would treat your poor ass, but you don’t have to come.” She grins wide at me.
My lip tips up on one side. God, I need a holiday. Time away with the girls sounds perfect right now.
“What about Jean? I thought you had a fashion thing?”
She looks at me as if I’m stupid. “You think I neededyourwardrobe to go to Spain with Jean?” She juts her head out, emphasising her point.
“So, I basically just packed my suitcase to go on holiday.”
“Yup.”
“Shit. I didn’t really think about what I was packing.” I share everything with the girls, but I’m not about to give up my best clothes. Lucy is a hoarder, and I won’t see it for a year.
“Well, thanks!” She laughs.
“We leave tonight. You need to get a move on.” Megan grins, handing me a flute.
“Tonight? I can’t go tonight.”
“Why not?” they both say in unison.
“I… I—”
“Go get ready, bitch!” Luce shouts, waggling her brows at me.
My stomach twists with excitement. It’s been so long since we’ve been away. “We’re going to Spain?”
“Yeahhhhh!” Megan bumps her hip with mine as we start to dance around the bathroom to“Post Malone” by Sam Feldt.
* * *
Two hours later,my skin is as smooth as the day I was born, my hair is washed and set in deep curls, and my nails are a pretty shade of coral.
