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“Come on, babe! You can’t not have a bachelorette! Its tradition and you’re setting the pace for the rest of us!”
Elena called out, earning chuckles from the other girls as I shook my head in absolute exasperation. We had been having the same argument for the last thirty minutes. Spending the evening with my girls after the crazy cake tasting day was the perfect decision. Ayana had offered to host us as she made the last alterations to my dress, making the approaching wedding all the more real.
“Well, no pressure there, right?”
I called out playfully- sarcastically, closing the last button before smoothing down the silk fabric, reveling in the softness of it. I hadn’t expected to love the dress as much as I did but seeing it now, in the bathroom’s full view mirror, had me speechles
