Fallon
The bass from the speakers thumped so hard I felt it in my chest. Multicolored lights flashed across the room, casting everything in a wild, electric glow.
I didn’t know how Mia managed it, but she had somehow rented out an exclusive rooftop lounge and turned it into a private party that screamed her. Bright balloons, a custom neon sign that read Fallon’s Final Fling, and a bar fully stocked with my favorite cocktails.
I should’ve known she would go all out.
“Surprise, bride-to-be!” Mia’s voice cut through the music as she bounded over, her face practically glowing with excitement.
I gaped, taking it all in. “Mia, what is this?”
She grinned wickedly. “It’s your bachelorette party, obviously. And before you start, no—there’s no escape.”
I shook my head with a laugh. “You’re in
