CHAPTER ELEVEN
It was Thursday August 23rd. Gwen and I had picked up our dresses from George’s bridal shop and were back at home getting ready for the hen party that night.
'I can’t believe you invited George,' I gasped.
'It’ll be hilarious. George is definitely the ‘female’ one in that couple, so he’ll be just like one of the girls,' she giggled.
We were going to a strip club with a difference. It had a restaurant where the waiters were virtually n***d and all the strippers were male. It was going to be an absolute blast.
Gwen decided to wear the little denim dress that I’d bought for her in Portugal, and I wore a sexy short pink dress with pink and brown sandals and a little brown handbag.
The others were coming round to my flat at seven for a few drinks and then we were being pick
