“We have to ask you to leave. We have your card information on file to settle your tab.”
“This is an atrocity! We’re paying customers!” My grandmother and her friends fumed outside the club.
I ignored them. I was still salty because I hadn’t gotten to eat dessert at the restaurant. A girl needed chocolate cake on a night like this.
Avery:We got kicked out of the club. Where are you?
Edward:About to s
core. I’ll catch you guys later. Text me where you end up.
Great. There was only a small percentage of people I could stand at my bachelorette party, and one of them had ditched me.
“That place was boring anyway,” Ida said as we stood on the sidewalk, trying to figure out our next move.
“Jazz club?” I asked Shirley.
She checked the time. “They close in a little bit.”
“There’s a hotel that has a sick VIP suite,” Ida said, pointing to her phone. “That’s totally what you need for your bachelorette party.”
I looked to Shirley. “I mean, at this point…”
We trooped down the road to the hotel. We weren’t the only partygoers out that night, and several people screamed their congratulations to me as we walked. My feet hurt, and I just wanted to go home, have a slice of cake, and snuggle next to Blade. Unfortunately, he wasn’t there, and I had a long night of bacheloretting ahead of me.
The huge hotel building loomed up in front of us when we arrived. The bellhops didn’t seem fazed at all to see our group troop into the lobby.
Ida headed straight for the front desk. “We’d like to rent a suite,” she said. “The nicest one you have.”
“It might be too late to book a room,” I said, praying to any deity out there that it was.
“We can pay,” Ida said confidently. “Go on, Avery, show her the credit card.”
The receptionist gave me a sympathetic smile as I handed her the card.
“I know Blade’s name is on the card not mine,” I said. “If your company policy is to not allow me to use it, that’s fine. We’ll be on our way.”
“Nonsense, everyone knows you’re his fiancée. It’s all over Instagram!” the receptionist said. She ran the card then handed me paperwork to sign along with room keys.
“Could I leave one for my friend?” I asked.
“Of course. Please write down his name. The VIP suite is being prepared for you. Do you have any bags?”
“We aren’t sleeping, we’re partying,” Ida declared. “Give us all the alcohol—top shelf. My digestion can’t take the cheap stuff anymore. I tell ya, old age is a bitch!”
“This suite is enormous!” I marveled when the bellhop led us upstairs. It had swanky furniture and a killer view, and drinks had already been laid out for us.
“I need to find me a billionaire,” Ida declared, settling on the couch. “This is my kind of life.”
“I’m not after Blade for his money,” I said.
“Then why are you with him?” my sister replied, crossing her arms.
I ignored her and texted Edward about the key. Kitty and Stacy went out to the balcony to take selfies while Shirley and I toured the suite.
“I don’t know why they’re calling this the presidential suite,” Shirley said. “This is clearly the party suite.” We marveled at the custom hot tub with LED lighting then went into to the adjacent bedroom.
“There’s only one thing that bed is used for,” Shirley said with a giggle, pointing to the large round bed.
