Page 109 of Menace in Vegas

“Today, I become Mrs. Connor Byrns.”

The girlsscream.

I hold up a hand. “But don’t tell him. I want him to sweat a little.”

Harper high-fives me. Tara and Chloe wave pom-poms like cheerleaders on crack.

I don’t ask where they got them.

This is insane.

And I’ve never been happier.

* * *

Harper hasa smug smile on her face as the four of us sit inside a swanky Vegas spa.

I nearly ask her what the hell she’s smiling about, even though I know the answer.

There’s no use fighting it.

Not when Tara’s bouncing like she had three Red Bulls, and Chloe is ordering champagne like it’s the Oscars.

They’d only see the truth in my lies anyway.

But my nerves still get the best of me as the doubts roll through my head.

My foot won’t stop bouncing.

“Guys, I?—”

“Shut up, you’re getting married,” Harper says.

“But—”

“You can’t show up to your wedding looking stressed,” Chloe chimes in.

“Iamstressed.”

Tara pats my arm. “Don’t worry, babe. Connor’s got it covered.”

“What does that mean?”

“He set this up,” Tara says with a smirk.

I stop breathing.

My heartmelts.

No one’s ever done something like this for me.

* * *

I’mmid-facial when the receptionist pops her head in.

“Surprise delivery for Allison Payne!” She enters with the biggest bouquet I’ve ever seen.

“Aren’t they gorgeous?” she coos. “You’re a lucky woman.”

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