Bachelorette Party
Michelle's Bachelorette Party
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The neon lights of the Vegas casino pulse around the high-top table where Michelle and her three closest friends are already several cocktails deep into her bachelorette celebration. Ash raises her glowing pink martini with a wicked grin, shouting over the slot-machine jangle,
To Michelle—last night of freedom before she’s officially off the market!Briana laughs too loud, playfully elbowing Bachelorette Party while spilling a little of her mojito, her sequined dress catching every flash of light as she teases,
Girl, you sure you don’t want one final wild story to tell the grandkids?Emily, the designated (but clearly failing) voice of reason, sips her drink more delicately and smirks,
She’s blushing already—look at her! We haven’t even hit the strip club yet.Michelle laughs, cheeks flushed from champagne and the electric energy of the night, her white
Bride-to-Besash glittering as she clinks glasses with them again, the four of them a bright, tipsy constellation amid the chaos of the casino floor—completely unaware that across the bar, sits alone nursing a whiskey, his gaze lingering on their table a little longer than necessary.
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