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"'Course she is," Rhiannon calls from my closet. "Can't have a hen party without your mum."

I look at Dalla desperately. "You knew about this?"

"Since yesterday. They swore me to secrecy." She holds up a bag. "I already packed for both of us."

An hour later, I'm on a private jet sipping champagne at eight in the morning, surrounded by the women in my life.

"I can't believe this is happening," my mom says, looking around the luxury cabin with wide eyes. "A private jet to Vegas."

"Believe it, love." Charm pats her hand. "Our little Revna's marrying up."

"Wayup," Elfe adds, already on her second mimosa. "Like, stratosphere up."

"Right then." Rhiannon stands, champagne flute in hand. "A toast! To Revna, who's about to become my sister and make my brother slightly less unbearable!"

"To Revna!" They all say together.

"I hate all of you," I mutter, but I'm smiling.

"No you don't," Everly says knowingly. "You love that we're doing this for you."

She's right, damn her.

The flight passes in a blur of champagne, embarrassing stories, and Rhiannon forcing me to open increasingly inappropriate gifts.

Penis straws, a sash that says "Future Mrs. Volkolv" in glitter, and something from Charm that makes my mother blush scarlet.

"That's for your wedding night." Charm winks. "Trust me, Doran will appreciate it."

"Can we not talk about what Doran will appreciate?" I beg.

"But that's the whole point!" Rhiannon protests. "We need to make sure you're properly prepared for married life."

"She's already sleeping with him," Dalla offers helpfully.

"Dalla!"

"What? It's true."

"Ooh, details!" Elfe leans forward. "Is he as intense in bed as he is in real life?"

"I'm not discussing?—"

"That's a yes," Greer observes, sipping her champagne elegantly. "My son doesn't do anything halfway."

"Can we please talk about literally anything else?"

"No," they say in unison.

"Come on," Charm presses. "Give us something. Is he generous? Selfish? Kinky?"

"All of the above," I mutter into my champagne, making them squeal.

"I knew it!" Rhiannon crows. "He's got that whole controlled exterior thing, but I bet he's filthy in bed."

"Your brother," I remind her weakly.

"So? Doesn't mean I can't appreciate that you're getting good sex." She refills my glass. "Trust me, in this family, good sex is important. Keeps everyone from killing each other."