Chapter Twenty-Seven
Jen
Saturday
Someone woke me up, but it wasn’t my fiancé. “Shelley?”
She bounced on the mattress. “Rise and shine! We’re kidnapping you.”
I pulled on the covers, but she wouldn’t let me bury my head. “Who’s we?”
“Mom’s down in the car. Come on, get up!” She pulled me into a sitting position.
“Why…” I whined.
Why…“It’s your bridal-shower-s***h-bachelorette-party day. Come on, let’s get you in the shower.” She tugged on my arm.
“Babe…” I called.
Dylan stuck his head on. “Sorry, Jen. I’m not allowed to interfere.”
“What do you mean you’re—?”
Shelley got in my face. “It was explained to your lovely fiancé that this is the only day all the women that love you were free at the same time. We’ll return you to him when we’re done with you.”
I flopped back on the be
