“Don’t be mean to me, I’ll come.”
She was officially down one awkward former lover.
One to go.
“Okay, you can open your eyes!”
Sara stepped forward, pulling the silver Bride to Be sleep mask off her face as the rest of her bridesmaids exploded into a chorus of giggles.
“Oh my god, you guys!” She spun around a glittering penthouse suite at The Cosmo, the noisy Vegas strip bustling below.
“Surprise!” Taylor yelled, her ponytail bouncing as she pulled Sara into the room. There were balloons, champagne bottles, and rhinestones everywhere.
“This is amazing,” Sara cried, touching a banner that read Lucky in Love. “Oh Jesus,” she giggled at the bucket of penis straws.
“Your mom sent those,” Hanna informed her.
“We’ll tell her we loved them.”
Hanna popped the cork off a bottle of rosé and handed it over.
“Welcome to your bachelorette weekend! You’ve got a glam squad in the bathroom, we’re having pre-dinner cocktails at Ghost Donkey, dinner at Vanderpump, and then we’re going dancing at Marquee with the boys!”
Sara’s eyes welled. “This is the best, Hanna. Thank you.”
“Go get in the chair! Yell if your glass gets empty!”
Sara disappeared into one of the bathrooms, and the rest of the girls milled about, snapping selfies with the suite decor and snacking as they got ready for the night.
“You outdid yourself,” Taylor said, pouring a glass of champagne. “How ya doing, sunshine?”
She looped an arm around Hanna’s shoulders and leaned her head into her. Hanna hadn’t seen Taylor since she’d moved to Boston after school, but she’d been so kind when her mom was sick, checking in daily for the first few months after until she was confident Hanna wasn’t going to completely lose it.
“I’m fine. Great, actually. I’ve been staying with Sara and Matty out in the Bay.
“Good change of pace?”
“Definitely.”
“Helps that the man across the hall is hot as hell,” Maricela, Sara’s cousin, said with brows arched, popping a grape into her mouth. She turned to Taylor. “I met him at the engagement party. Dreamboat.”
Taylor’s eyes snapped to Hanna’s. “You holding out on me?”
“No,” she laughed, even though it crushed her to say it. “We’re just good friends.”
If the girls knew just how good of friends Hanna and Milo had been a few weeks prior, they'd never let it go
“I need pictures,” Taylor demanded. Hanna pulled up Milo’s Instagram on her phone and handed it over. Taylor scrolled for a solid minute before glaring. “Oof, good luck.”
“I mean it. It’s platonic. We decided to just stick to being friends after we?—”
She realized at the same time they did that she had said too much.
“Spill,” Maricela said. Taylor leaned in, still scrolling through Milo’s feed.
“Nothing,” Hanna said, shrugging them off. “We hooked up once, immediately regretted it and decided to drop it.”
“Idiots,” Taylor mumbled, zooming in on one of Milo’s arms. “You two are idiots.” Hanna’s phone buzzed and Taylor’s eyes flickered between whatever she saw and Hanna’s face. “Miss ma’am.” Her cheeks flushed and she tapped the screen, holding it up to Maricela.
