Page 8 of Forbidden Billionaires: Vol 4

"Mhm," Kristen said and clapped her hands together.

"Kristen, I didn't bring my passport," Alina said. "Why didn't you just tell me what we were doing? This is a disaster."

"Actually, you do have your passport," I said and unzipped the front pouch of her suitcase. I grabbed the passport and sticky note that Bryce had left her and handed them to her.

Alina smiled as she read Bryce's note.

"You're marrying the most agreeable, sweetest guy on the planet," Kristen said. "He was totally down for helping trick you."

Alina looked up from the sticky note. She looked so happy and so in love.

And there was that feeling again. Just a hint of jealousy had somehow weaseled itself into my thoughts. I tried to shake the thought away. When had I become envious of my friends getting married? How could I even be jealous when I wasn't even dating anyone right now? I was so far away from marriage it wasn't even funny. Maybe that was the problem. But it shouldn't be a problem. I was only 23. It was fine that I hadn't found my soul mate yet. I still had time. I had at least ten more years of prime fertility. There was definitely plenty of time.

"Earth to Daphne," Kristen said and waved her hand in front of my face. "Don't you have a guess about where we're going?"

Apparently they had been trying to get my attention while I was figuring out how long I had until I ran out of eggs. "Um...the Bahamas?"

"Layla already guessed that."

"Right. The Dominican Republic?"

"Nope."

We made it to gate A. Kristen was eventually going to have to fork over our tickets in order for us to get through customs.

"Drum roll, please," said Kristen.

Alina slapped her hands against her thighs.

"Costa Rica!"

"Ah!" Alina threw her arms around Kristen. "You remembered!"

I laughed. In college, the three of us had wanted to go to Costa Rica for spring break. But all of our parents had told us we weren't allowed to leave the country. We had ended up at Ft. Lauderdale in Florida. It was like Kristen had planned the trip we had all wanted to take that year.

But there was an uneasiness in my stomach. I may have wanted to go to Costa Rica in college, but I didn't want to go now. I looked down at the bracelet on my wrist. All I wanted was to go back to my apartment and curl up on the couch with a good book. I took a deep breath. I just needed to focus on Alina's bachelorette party.

"I feel totally out of the loop right now," Layla said.

Alina released Kristen from her hug. "We wanted to go there for spring break in college, but our parents wouldn't let us."

"Well, they had a good reason. We all saw what happened when you left the country during the ITAs."

Alina's face got slightly red. "Can we please not talk about that? How many times do I have to say it was a mistake?"

"That was no mistake, honey," Layla said. "It was a fucking miracle."

Alina laughed. "Well no matter what it was, that's not going to be happening on this trip. I told Kristen I wanted a nice, calm, bachelorette week get together. I didn't even call it a party."

"Yeah, nice and calm," Kristen said. "Of course. What kind of maid of honor would I be if I didn't get you exactly what you asked for?"

"It's going to be fucking crazy," Kristen mouthed silently to me.

Oh God.I thought again about how there wasn't any information about the Blue Parrot Resort online. I wished Kristen was kidding, but it really didn't seem like she was. If she was taking us to one of those private island fuck pads where everyone cheated on each other, I'd be punching her in the boob next.

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My heart starting racing as soon as the engines roared to life.