“Actually,” Jessica responded, “I didn’t want to talk about the wedding so much as the bachelorette party.”
“Oh,” Sam’s eyes grew wide. “I hadn’t even thought of the bachelorette party. Do you have some ideas? Maybe back to Club Sprocket? Or a stripper? Do you think we should get a stripper? Charity would have a blast with a stripper.”
“Um, I do have an idea, but you might not like it, and I don’t want it to be weird.”
Samantha’s brow furrowed. “Weird, why would it be weird?”
“Charity has told me several times how much she’d love to go to Las Vegas. I think it would be cool if we could take her there for a weekend trip.”
Sam dropped her sandwich back onto its plate. “Yeah, that’d be great, but I couldn’t afford that. You know I’m flat broke.”
“I know, so here’s the weird part. I want
