Echo:Hell no. Brandi, you’re not leaving without us.
Brandi smirked at the quick response, warmth creeping into her chest. She hadn’t expected them to rally around her so fast.
Brandi:I feel bad for causing trouble.
Quinn:It’s Echo’s fault.
Echo:My fault? What the hell, Quinn?
Quinn:You said bring Layla.
Echo:Yeah… okay, bad call on my part.
Brandi:Why are we texting instead of hanging out?
Quinn:We need to break out… LOL
Echo:Where are you both?
Quinn:My room. Why? Where are you?
Brandi:My room.
Echo:Mine and Sloan’s room.
Quinn:Okay…
Echo:Come to my room. I’ll gather the other girls.
Quinn:Tailor has two guys outside my door like I’m a damn prisoner.
Echo:Sucks to be the queen… LOL
Quinn:Not funny.
Brandi:Just walk out, they won’t stop you. You’re the president’s wife.
Brandi knew she was right, but at the same time, Echo also knew they were already pushing the guys into a bad spot thanks to Layla’s usual recklessness.
Echo:The guys should be here soon. Then we can go to the bar and get drunk.
Quinn:Works for me.
Brandi:Count me in.
Echo:You need me to come down there, Brandi?
Brandi:No, I’m going to close my eyes for a few minutes.
Echo:Sounds good.
Quinn:I’ll come down when the guys arrive, Brandi.
Brandi:Thanks.
Brandi set her phone down and exhaled. Closing her eyes, she wished she could go back in time andneversuggest this girls’ weekend.
Chapter Fourteen
