The bachelorette party was nothing like Elara expected.
Lila’s friends welcomed her instantly.
No awkward glances.
No silent judgment.
Just laughter.
Conversation.
Ease.
“You’re Elara, right?” one of them said, eyes lighting up.
Elara hesitated. “Yes…?”
“Oh my God, I’ve seen you online,” the woman said. “You looked stunning at that gala. I’m actually a fan.”
Elara blinked.
A fan?
She wasn’t sure how to respond.
“Thank you,” she said softly.
And for once—
She meant it without doubt.
The night escalated.
Music.
Drinks.
And then—
The male strip club.
Elara had never been to one before.
Not in her wildest imagination.
But the energy was infectious.
Laughter echoed, women cheering, the atmosphere light and unfiltered.
And for once—
Elara didn’t feel out of place.
She
