“Don’t. When’s Scott getting here?” Olivia asked.
“He’s driving up with his groomsmen in the morning. They’re supposed to be here around eleven, but I bet it will be more like one.”
“Dinner?” Liv checked.
“Room service,” Ren confirmed.
Fern chuckled, prodding with, “You don’t want to go out tonight?”
Renata’s nostrils flared as she frowned. “Ew, no. You know I hate restaurants.”
Liv laughed. “I’ll order for you, take all the stress out of it.”
Ren’s eye roll was interrupted by the elevator’sding, and the doors slid open to reveal a pine-paneled wall featuring a painting of a bear hiding behind a rock.
“That looks a little like Elliott,” Fern blurted.
“Who’s Elliott?” Ren asked, sticking the keycard in their door.
“Fitz,” Liv answered quickly, shooting Fern a private glare. “He’s super tall, and he has a beard.”
Frowning, Ren turned to Fern, who clarified, “He’s my boyfriend.”
Ren’s smile lit up her whole face, making her dark eyes shine and her cheeks flush with excitement. “Getoutof here! Liv comes here, boyfriend within a week. You move to town, same.”
“Week and a half,” Fern said with a smirk, aware Ren would lose her shit if she knew the whole of it.
“Still counts. Do I get to meet him?”
“Of course! He’s my date to your wedding.”
“Is he coming to the rehearsal dinner tomorrow?” Renata checked as she tossed her duffel bag on the bed and went to hang her dress in the massive closet. “You can invite him if you haven’t already.”
“Are you sure?” Fern asked, already digging for her phone in her overstuffed bag.
“Ihateeeeeyourightnow,” Renata slurred, swaying her personal champagne bottle in Liv’s face.
“Don’t be a meanie to Mama.” Fern did a high kick and nearly fell into the TV.
Olivia scowled. “Don’t call me that. And you—Renata—why do you hate me?”
“You’re going to feel so good in the morning, and I’m going to feel like shittttowski.”
Snorting so hard bubbles popped in her nose, Fern flopped into an armchair and retrievedherpersonal bottle of champagne.
“I’mnotgoing to feel great tomorrow,” Liv countered. “It’s two a.m. I should’ve gone to sleep hours ago, but instead I’m spending my night watching the two of you put on choreographed dance routines to Kidz Bop songs, and I don’t know how I ended up here.”
“Oh, now you’re just being mean.” Fern swigged her drink, and Olivia cackled.
“Your dancing’s great, lovey.”
“Thank you,” Ren answered for Fern, then pointed at her phone on the nightstand, its screen bright. “Oh! Look! My beebee!”
“It’s Scott,” Liv clarified, sitting close enough to see.
“Hi, hi!” Ren said cheerily as she accepted the call on speaker.
Athump thumpand a soft exhale greeted them in reply.
