“OMG, this line is so long, guys.” The bride-to-be whined, walking up. “You should have called and told them we were coming. Gotten us VIP access or something.”
One girl clasped her hands together. “We tried. We called, and they said their VIP section was already booked for the night.”
“On a Thursday before Easter Sunday? Who would be here then?” She whined again, grating on my nerves.
I looked at Lizzy, whose eyes got big. We were both thinking it. Who would be here? She was here. Why was she special?
I felt the girl shuffling behind me, looking over my shoulder. “Ugh, this line is not moving.”
“You’re going to love it.” The one girl who spoke earlier said.
“I hope so. If not, you’re no longer my maid of honor.”
I heard the girl gasp.
I signed to Lizzy.If you act like that, I will dump your ass.
So no bridezilla?
Hell to the no.
Lizzy laughed.
“Oh girls, look, they’re deaf.”
I hated this girl. The way she said it was as if we were some sort of attraction at the zoo. I wanted to punch her in the face.
She mumbled something about my shoes not looking right with my outfit and how she would have gone with a different heel and then mentioned something about my age.
I took in a deep breath and Lizzy grabbed my hand. I don’t know if it was to calm me down or prevent me from punching her.
“Oh. Are they together?” She sighed. “Is this a gay bar?”
I bit my bottom lip, trying to hold my words in.
“No. No. God no. We would never.” The maid of honor sighed.
The bride-to-be just moaned and then looked over my shoulder again. “Oh good. Someone from the club is coming this way. Maybe they’ll let us in because I’m getting married.” She peeped.
“You think they’ll let us all in?” Another girl asked.
“I don’t know,” she snapped back.
Seriously, why did these girls stay around her? She was horrible.
I looked down the line and saw a man dressed in all black walking up the sidewalk, getting closer and closer to us. At first, when she mentioned someone from the club, my heart leapt, thinking it was Callum. But I didn’t recognize this man.
The bride-to-be was squealing behind me. “Girls, were you tricking me? He’s coming over here.”
I heard the maid of honor nervously laugh.
The man stopped beside us. “Everlee?”
I looked at him. “Yes.”
“Can you and your friend come with me?”
I muttered something, so Lizzy answered for us. “Yes. Yes, we can.”
