Page 102 of Little Bits of Daddy (Montana Daddies)

“Sunny! You okay?”

She glanced over with a smile as Millie gave her a concerned look. Most of her friends were all out on the dance floor at The Edge, dancing and having a good time.

Except her.

Which was pretty sad when this was her hen’s night.

Three weeks to her wedding.

It was hard to believe. She was getting her happy-ever-after with the sexiest man on the planet.

And he loved her.

Sunny knew that she wasn’t particularly special. The only thing interesting about her was the fact that she had a Fairy Godfather.

A Foxy Fairy Godfather.

Who everyone believed had turned against them.

But she refused to believe that. She was keeping the faith.

Darn it, Sunny. This is your hen’s night. Stop thinking about the Fox.

So, she gave Millie a thumbs up. “I’m great!”

The guys hadn’t wanted them to go out on their own, which is why they’d compromised and come to The Edge, which was owned by Drew Markovich.

Oh, and they’d also had to agree to several of Markovich’s men coming along to guard them. Right now, those men were fanned around them on the dance floor, stopping anyone else from coming close.

Millie gave her a skeptical look. She’d known Sunny too long to fully believe her.

“Want to go upstairs for a drink?” Jewel asked.

Sunny nodded. She could use a break. And a pink cocktail. Jewel gestured at the others to let them know where they were going. Tabby, Emme, and Dahlia stayed on the dance floor while Millie, Betsy, and Livvy followed them up to the VIP area.

Yep, knowing the owner meant they were VIPs.

Two of the guards broke off to move with them. Once they reached the VIP area, they grabbed drinks from the bartender. They even had their own private bartender.

“I feel so special,” Sunny said. “I mean, I’ve never been a VIP in my life.”

“You’re always a VIP,” Betsy told her loyally.

Sunny sipped on the bright pink cocktail. Hmm, maybe she should slow down. She wasn’t really a drinker. But these were delicious. And they were pink.

How could she resist?

“You sure you’re all right, Sunny?” Millie asked again. “You’ve been kind of quiet.”

Sunny winced. “Sorry. I’m having a great time, really.”

They all stared at her. These were her closest friends. If she could tell anyone . . .

She sighed. “There’s just a lot to think about, you know? All the wedding details. We’re only three weeks out and I haven’t even heard from my parents.” She stared at her drink, then gulped the rest down.

“They’re not coming?” Jewel asked with a scowl. “Those assholes.”

Sunny shrugged. “It’s not like we’re close. They’re travelling around, living their best life.”

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