Chapter Thirty-Five
Fallon
The music is blaring, the drinks are flowing, and all of us girls are still not dressed. The four of us are spread out on Maya's sofa, our hair and makeup done, but wearing our pyjamas.
“Who needs a club anyway? I’m doing fine right here,” Blair says, cocktail in one hand and remote in the other.
She has taken it upon herself to be our DJ for the evening, until we go out, that is. But at the rate we’re going, I’m not sure we will make it.
“We do need to go, Jenson said he has planned something special,” Gracie says, a mischievous look in her eyes.
“By special, that means there is going to be some form of stripper, alcohol, or show, just for you,” Blair says with an eye roll.
“We’ll go in a minute,” Maya says. “I’m just loving this, having us all back in here as we used to.”
“Me too,” I say, my throat tightening. “We haven’t all been in one place for such a long time.”
“Yeah, other than when I was stuck with you fuckers for weeks in Menorca,” Blair groans. “Come on, drama queens, let's go before I'm too pissed to move.”
That makes us all laugh. Trust Blair and her bitchy attitude to make us all smile. Finally shifting our arses into gear, we throw on our outfits and head out for the taxi we called earlier. It’s a bit of a drive to where we’re going, but we were all in agreement to come to the cabin first for old times' sake. Although with all of our chatting and laughter, the drive seems to be over in no time when we pull up in front of the bar.
“What, the, fuck, is that?” Maya deadpans, staring up at the sign across the door.
‘Maya and Tommy's last night of freedom’
“Oh my god,” Gracie squeals, with Blair and me laughing along with her.
“That mother fucker,” Maya whines, covering her face with her hands. “Did he have to addthosepictures?”
Those pictures being embarrassing selfies of them both from when they were younger. And yes, yours truly did do a deep dive into social media to find them. But I won't be telling her that any time soon. I can't wait for the other surprises I have up my sleeve.
The security guy on the door tries to hidethe smirk on his face as he ushers us to the club room at the back. But it is fucking hilarious, so who can blame him? Once we open the door, Jenson is there and pops a confetti cannon at us, a beaming smile splitting his face.
“Surprise,” he sings. “And to start the night as we mean to go on…” he indicates to one of the bar ladies, who sashays over with a tray of Tequila Rose shots.
“Thank you, Jen,” I wink, walking past him to try and get a glimpse of the other party that should be here somewhere.
“Ah, ah, ah,” he scolds. “Hen party is up in balcony one. The Stags are on the other side. You need to at least pretend this is a separate event, even if it only lasts an hour.”
He knows us all too well. It has only been a week since I officially became Luke's girlfriend, and I'm already obsessed. Tommy and Maya have no chance. He’s hidden them somewhere that we can't find them, but I give it until we're all on the dance floor, and they’ll appear out of nowhere.
Counting backwards, we all raise our glasses and then shoot our shots back. Maya and Gracie grimace as usual, the weaklings, but Blair and I swallow them down like the champions we are.
“Now, one more thing,” Jenson says, handing Maya a paper bag. “Just in case you’re missing your other half.”
Maya side eyes him, but smiles as she pullsout four matching masks, all with Tommy's face on.
“Oh, my fucking god,” she snorts, raising her brows as she shows us. “Was this your doing?” She turns to me.
“Duh, it’s my duty,” I wink, taking a mask to wear. “But don’t you worry, I have made Tommy matching ones too.”
“Right, ladies, you know where you're going, and we will come and join you soon,” Jenson grins, stretching his arm out dramatically.
Being the boss bitch that I feel I am tonight, I lead us to where our private area is. We have been here before, multiple times, but tonight even I'm shocked at how amazing it looks. Jenson has gone above and beyond everything I could have expected. Streamers are hanging from the ceiling, a shimmering backdrop for photos, balloons and of course, drinks on ice. I need to make sure I give him an extra-tight hug when I see him later. The best part of it all is Maya's face. She is wearing the biggest smile, one I haven’t seen in such a long time.
“Did we do good?” I whisper as the sisters crack open the bottles.
She links her arm through mine, not taking her eyes off the room. “So good, Fal. I bloody love it.” And from the wobble in her voice, I know she means it.
