Another knock at the door got her excited for a shot or two of tequila. “Ooh-wee!” Bella hurried over and swung the door open. Surprisingly, on the other side of the door wasn’t one of the Creed staff members delivering her white liquor. It was her stop-you-in-your-tracks, drop-dead gorgeous fiancé delivering her white liquor.
Lucas’ lips parted to speak, but no words escaped. Wide chartreuse irises slowly perused her outfit with a hint of disbelief. “Bella, sweetheart?”
Bella giggled and snatched the bottle from his hand. “Yeeees?” she answered in a sugary, seductive tone before turning on her heel to give her man an unobstructed view of her ass cheeks that were peeking out from under her micro-trench coat.
“Your sister-in-law has quite the imagination,” Bella commented.
“And, some damn good taste,” Lucas muttered. “Sherlock Holmes?”
Bella turned around with an exaggerated smile. “Ding, ding, ding.”
Lucas shrugged. “It makes sense.” He placed the glasses on a table and pulled Bella close to his body. “I know our family had big plans for the evening, but I don’t think I’m gonna let you out of this room.”
Bella laughed. “Baby, I wish I could stay in this room with you. But Taylor got me out here dressed like SherlockHoe.And to be honest, if you got me out of this costume, I don’t think I’d be able to get me back in it.”
Lucas chuckled and pulled the trench coat from her shoulders. “We’ll figure it out,” he assured before pressing his soft lips against her bare neck.
***
“Who are we waiting on beside Bella?” Donna asked.
“I’m here!” Bella announced from the patio door.
Her instructions were to meet on the lanai. Donna took one look at her costume and fell over with laughter. “Sherlock Holmes!” she squealed.
Bella raised a brow and took in her sister’s costume. From the feathered headdress to the buckskin thong and the handmade moccasins, her sister was dressed in complete Native-American regalia. But it was the sexiest regalia Bella had ever seen. Donna threw her hands in the air. “Cultural appropriation!” she shouted.
Taylor stood, laughing and waving a hand. “Nope! Nope! Nope! It can’t be appropriation if yo’ black ass is Native-American!”
They’re all drunk, Bella concluded silently.
“Right, Bella?” Taylor pressed, unusually loud.
“Yes, ma’am,” Bella confirmed. “From the Chitimacha Tribe of Louisiana.”
Bella tilted her head while taking in Taylor’s costume. She was wearing a slutty version of First Lady Jackie Kennedy’s pink, Chanel suit, which included the pink pillbox hat. Bella glared at Taylor through narrowed lids and hissed, “Mrs. Kennedy would never have been caught dead with all that cleavage.”
Taylor laughed and did a spin so Bella could see how short the skirt was. “What kind of first lady would wear that?” Donna jokingly scolded. “Your ass is out!”
“Your ass is out!” Taylor countered through laughter.
Donna moved closer to Taylor and pinched the lapel of her pink suit. “Bitch, is this real Chanel?” She turned to Bella with wide eyes. “Bitch, that’s real Chanel! What the fuck?”
Taylor shrugged, but before she could say a word, Niyah walked in with Tabitha Creed. Donna dropped into a lawn chair at the sight of Niyah’s doctor’s costume. She wasn’t an ordinary white-coat wearing doctor. She was a surgical-scrub-wearing doctor. Only her scrubs were a crop top and boy shorts. However, she did have a surgical cap and PPE.
Even Dr. Creed was in costume. She was a white-coat-wearing doctor with a tight pencil dress beneath.
“Oh, shit, Taylor! You slutted up your mother-in-law?” Donna blurted.
Taylor knocked back a shot and frowned. “A lie!” she squealed. “I did not pick out these costumes. I told my dear, sweet mother-in-law that I wanted to throw Bella a bachelorette party, and she insisted on helping. Y’all already know that meant she was taking over.”
Bella’s face twisted in disbelief. “What?”
“Your future mother-in-law picked the costumes!” Taylor revealed.
Bella turned to Tabitha with her mouth wide open. “Is that true?”
Feigning innocence, Tabitha shrugged. “I just--”
