Looks like I may not have been the only one who got a happy ending.
“Yeah, but at least your girl was hot,” Pippa growls. “Mine looked like that principal off thatMatildamovie.Ms. Trunchbull, I think her name was. You can bet your sweet ass I denied any kind of happy ending.”
Amber steals a look at me, and I instantly feel heat in my cheeks.
“Oh shit. Did you guys go through with your happy endings?” Pippa glances at Amber, then at me. “Oh, you so fucking did. They’re hot as hell.”
Then her mouth curls in disapproval as she analyzes Amber’s facial expression. “Damn, it’s your last day as a free woman and you didn’t even let the hottie cop a feel? I’m disappointed in you, Amber. I thought you’d let loose more.”
“I’m getting married in two weeks, Pippa. I’m not about to jeopardize it.”
My sister shakes her head, then focuses on me again, immediately sinking with my brain. “You little whore! You fucking took the happy ending, didn’t you?”
My shoulders slightly lift. “Maybe I did… maybe I didn’t.”
“Oh, you did. Wait! You fucked him? Which one? Tell me,” Pippa screams, shaking me aggressively. “I wanna live vicariously through you.”
“The bald one. But shh, keep your voice down. I don’t want to get him in trouble.”
Pippa slaps my shoulder hard. “Holy shit. That’s amazing.”
If only she knew who I was really thinking about during the incident. She’d lose it!
Pippa quickly looks around. “Hey, wait. Where’d your mom go, Amber?”
Our guide appears and hands Amber a piece of paper. “Your mother wanted me to give you this.” She throws Amber a look of pity before scampering off.
Amber scans down the paper before crinkling it up.
“I fucking hate her,” she cries, tears spilling down her cheeks.
We all move in to hug her, but it’s Pippa’s fake ass that speaks first, pretending to care. “What she say?”
“She said she’s checking herself into a rehab center, and that she’s a shitty mom. At least she got that part right.” Amber takes a step back and starts walking away from us. “Oh, and she’s not coming to my wedding,” Amber snaps. “So, thanks for inviting her, Pippa. That shit worked out great.”
Then she’s gone, rushing off down the hallway as her sobs take over.
“Pippa!” I yell, hating my sister for doing this.
“What?” she asks innocently, trying to hide her smile but failing. “Like I knew this was going to happen.”
“I warned you about it. I told you not to invite her.”
She shrugs. “Guess I was wrong. Oops.”
Mallory frowns. “Did you invite her on purpose?”
Pippa nastily glares at her. “Of course not! Who do you think I am?”
A bad friend with a shitty vendetta.
“It gives off the impression you did it on purpose, Pippa, and that’s wrong,” I pipe in.
She shakes her head in annoyance. “She’ll be fine. Just let her cry it out for a few minutes. I’ll go find her before the makeovers start.”
Mallory and I share a look.
“And what exactly do you have planned for after?” I interrogate, wishing I had helped her plan this day out more now.
