Camryn’s smiling. “Liv said she’d be so honored if you got married at her estate.”
“This is going to be incredible,” Vanessa tells her.
“It’s going to be perfect, plus, not to mention it’ll be a total paparazzi-free zone, seeing how large the estate is,” Camryn adds. That is a big plus, especially after what’s happened since Vegas and the media attention. “This is seriously going to be amazing. We need to start planning now because you only have a couple of months. We have to get a dress, suits for the boys, bridesmaid outfits, food, theme, honeymoon …” Camryn starts rambling off lists. My kind of girl. But I can help with the dresses, I know enough designers who would give their left kidney to dress Vanessa.
“Okay, well, first, let me start with my squad,” Vanessa says, looking out at us.
“Are you saying what I think you’re saying?” Butterflies flutter in my stomach. “She’s asking us to be her bridesmaids, bitches,” I shout as the rest of the room catches on and squeals as we all launch ourselves at Vanessa, hugging and kissing her.
“What’s going on here?” Christian walks in with Axel.
“Ness just announced her squad,” I tell him.
“Squad?” Axel questions.
These guys are supposed to be rock stars. “How do people not get this? Taylor Swift has a squad, now Vanessa Taylor has a squad. Us.”
“I asked them to be my bridesmaids,” Vanessa explains in a language the boys understand.
“We’re planning your wedding.” Camryn squeals.
“Really, now?” He seems surprised but also excited as he walks over and takes a seat beside his love and kisses her temple. It’s so sweet and yet so romantic. “So, what are the plans?”
“A friend’s castle in England,” Camryn tells him.
He looks at his wife. “I know people.” She winks at him.
“Sometime between Christmas and New Year’s. A winter wedding, imagine watching the snow fall, cozied up together beside a roaring fire, all your family and friends around you.” Camryn paints a magical picture, and I am there ready to toast marshmallows with my love, but the image is of a faceless man. Hmm, my brain doesn’t automatically see Chance. I’m going to ponder that later.
“I love it, but can I add something?” Christian asks. “I know it’s a moot point having a bachelor party, seeing as we’re already married, but I’ve been thinking.”
“And you know that’s scary when my brother has been thinking.” Axel chuckles as Christian punches him.
“Like I was saying, I’ve been thinking, and if I could have the bachelor party of my dreams …” Vanessa frowns at him. “Angel, don’t look at me like that. I’m serious, I want something cool, and Camryn, I want you to organize it.”
“If it’s strippers, I’m going to veto it,” Camryn tells him.
Christian scrunches up his face. “Strippers! You think my dream bachelor party would include strippers?”
“Yeah, we kind of do,” Camryn adds, which makes Christian pout.
“I’m so offended right now, guys,” Chris tells us.
“Bro, come on, most bachelor parties include strippers,” Axel states.
“Well, this one doesn’t,” he says smugly. “Ah, that got your attention, didn’t it?” He smirks as he teases us with whatever his weird ass dream bachelor party is. “Now, I’ll tell you. I want a James Bond-themed bachelor party.”
I wasn’t expecting that, but I’m all in on that. “Hell, yes,” I shout in agreement.
“In Monaco,” Christian adds, which makes the room fall silent. “No one has anything to say?”
“Fuck, yeah. Count me in,” Axel says.
“All the boys in tuxedos, my dreams will be coming true,” I add.
“Babe, so what do you think?” he asks Ness. The poor guy looks so excited. How could you say no to that face? Luckily she doesn’t.
“I think that sounds awesome.” She wraps her arms around his neck and kisses him.
