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"Oh my gosh, really?"

"What? All the men are gonna come up to you now."

"I don’t want all the men to come up to me."

"Why not? Don't you want them to know what they're missing?"

"I do not need them to know what they're missing whatsoever, thank you very much. Plus?—"

"Plus nothing. You're wearing it," she says, putting it over my shoulders. "And can I say, your boobs look absolutely fantastic in that dress."

"You don’t think it's too slutty?"

"Oh, it's very slutty, but hey, it's your bachelorette party. This is the last time you can go out in public looking like a ho without your husband getting upset."

"You do realize that?—"

"No, no, no, no," Skye says, pressing her finger to my lips. "We're not gonna talk about how this isn't real again."

"Fine!" I say. "But really, guys, this is too much for a fake wedding."

"Was the sex last night fake?" Lila says, whispering in my ear, and I just glare at her. "Exactly. So come on, let's have some fun. I have tequila shots waiting, and then we're going to do some lemon drops."

"Oh my gosh, you really wanna get me wasted."

"We're all gonna have fun!"

We head over to the table.

"Hey!" Marie says, standing up and giving me a huge hug. "Congratulations! I’m so happy for you!"

"Thank you," I say, feeling slightly guilty. Marie is the only one out of all the girls who doesn't fully know the truth, but I didn't want to have to make a pregnant woman lie for me.

"Hey!" Juniper says, standing up and giving me a hug. "I love that dress. I need that dress. Oh my gosh, Remington would die if I wore it."

"Well, you can have it if you want. After tonight, of course."

"Oh, thank you. And thank you in advance from Remington because he will be very excited to see me in it." She grins."So, how are you feeling about your last couple of nights of singledom?"

"I'm feeling like a little bit of a fraud, but…" I say as I catch Marie's curious expression. "I'm excited, super-duper excited."

"You're gonna make such a pretty bride. I can't wait to come to the wedding. I mean, hopefully, I can come. I haven't gotten the okay from my doctor about flying yet, but, you know, if I can come, I will." She beams at me. "Did you hear? I'm starting work next week for Gabe Lucas. Ugh!" She juts her chin out. "I must be crazy, absolutely crazy."

"I mean, you don’t have to work for him if you don't want to," Lila says softly.

"You're only saying that because my brother told you to say that."

"Well, it's true."

"Yeah, but I want to. Anyway, enough about me. So, tell me, Elisabetta, what are your plans for your honeymoon?"

"Actually, we're gonna go over to England."

"England?" She wrinkles her nose. "For a honeymoon? I mean, don't get me wrong, it's a fine country if you wanna go to see Big Ben and the Houses of Parliament and maybe take a train up to Stratford-upon-Avon and see a Shakespeare performance at the Globe. But who wants to do that on their honeymoon? Like, England, really?"

“Where would you go if it was your honeymoon?” I ask her.

“I don’t know, like, Fiji or the Maldives, or even one of the Caribbean islands like Jamaica or Barbados, or somewhere hot and warm and?—«