Chapter Seven
Eve ran the brush through her hair, doing her best to ignore Alanna’s sappy gaze in the mirror. It had a look of mushiness to it, and Eve couldn’t handle a tender Alanna. It just didn’t sit with the woman’s personality. No. Alanna Bradbury was tough, a badass who stood up for those incapable of standing up for themselves. She wasn’t tender. Playful, yes. s****l, of course. But never tender.
They had plans to hit the bars in Downtown Melbourne, and Adira had even bought her a sash that said “Bride-To-Be” across it and a tiara to top it off. Lainie had tried to find a male strip club somewhere, but Eve shot it down. If Arlin was forgoing the traditional bachelor party for her, then she had no intention of sticking singles in a man’s G-string or doing shots off his firm abdome
