"Your wedding day is tomorrow," Claire said, plopping down in the chair across my desk from me.
"Yeah. You have your Maid of Honor dress fitted, right? The wedding planner said that she already had it all picked out, but I can't remember if she said you already came in for the fitting," I said, flipping through documents. There was so much for me to get situated so I could have a few days off for my honeymoon.
"Oh yeah. I did that weeks ago," she waved it off, before leaning over the desk to give me a mischievous smile. "So, does that mean that you're having you're Bachelorette Party tonight?"
I looked up at her with an amused look on my face. "A Bachelorette Party? I think Blake would have a heart attack."
"Come on," she whined, folding her hands together. "I know that some of Blake's
