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Santa Monica
June 23, 2017
“Keep the mimosas coming,” Josie said.
She waved her fresh manicure at the waiter and rolled over on the cushioned chair to look at me and Marley. We were in the swank Santa Monica Hotel Casa del Mar for Josie’s wedding. She’d booked us suites for the weekend, and we were currently lounging poolside in skimpy bikinis, drinking Dom Pérignon, and soaking up the California sun.
“I can’t believe you’re getting married tomorrow,” Marley said from the pool.
“Again,” I said.
Josie stuck her tongue out at me. “It’s going to be amazing. Like, just imagine the Santa Monica beach decked out for our wedding. I’m thinking we all run to the pier afterward and jump on the Ferris wheel.”
I laughed. Marley turned green.
“You know how I feel about heights.”
“Just one
