Valeria ducked into the ladies’ room closest to the ballroom they were using for the bachelorette party and checked her makeup. It hadn’t been messed up too badly. Her lipstick was a little bit smeared, and she had a little bit of red on her neck that gave her abject terror for a moment, but she got over it quickly. She was fine. It was only some of Jo’s pretty red lip stain, easily removed with a paper towel.
Thank God, or whoever, it had only been Isabelle who’d found them. She hadn’t seen them doing anything. She wouldn’t say anything to their mom. She already knew Valeria had no use for men when it came to attraction, and there was no way in hell Izzy was going to go blabbing and take attention from herself at wedding time. Any other day and she’d be more than happy to take Valeria do
