Page 130 of Crazed

"Yes! So ready!" Pina says.

"Sounds fun," I reply, still clueless and a bit overwhelmed about a spa day.

We climb in the second row, and the driver takes off. I ask Pina, "How long has Tristano been your boyfriend?"

"Mmm...not sure if I'd call him my boyfriend."

"Oh? Why?" I inquire, surprised. They were all over each other last night, especially Pina, who straddled him for hours at the club.

She shrugs then points to the water. "Look!"

A pack of baby dolphins plays in the water. The one I assume is the mama jumps high in the air, creating a huge water ripple.

"They're majestic," I utter.

"Yeah," Pina agrees, then grabs my hand. "Damn, girl, Massimo sure did well on this one!"

Pride sweeps through me. "Yes, he did."

"I need to get on some sunglasses!" she exclaims.

"You're wearing them," I point out.

She peers closer, turning my hand to watch the sparkles. "Then I guess I need darker ones. This rock is to die for!"

The golf cart pulls up to the spa. The driver says, "Have a great day."

"Thanks," we say in unison, get out, and go past the man holding the door open for us.

We spend a few minutes getting checked in. Then a staff member shows us to the dressing room. She demonstrates how to secure the lockers and open them then takes us to the private saltwater pool area and two other quiet rooms.

Over the next four hours, I get immersed in spa services. I have a massage, pedicure, and manicure. I review several different makeup styles and choose a natural look, but with a red lipstick close in color to the one I know Massimo loves. After a lot of debate, I decide to wear my hair in beach waves.

My wedding dress gets delivered to a private room in the spa that Pina reserved. When we arrive, I unzip the bag and pull it out.

Everything about it screams that Massimo chose it just for me. It's a form-fitting, sheer white, strapless dress with ruched panels. You can see just the right amount of skin on every part of my body. The bodice shows off the perfect amount of cleavage. One side is cut at the top of my thigh. The other runs down to my ankles.

"Wow! That's...wow!" Pina whistles.

"I love it," I say, running my hand over the delicate fabric.

"Let's get you in it." Pina unzips it and takes it off the hanger. She hands it to me.

I step into it, and she zips me up.

"There's no veil," she states.

I shrug. "I don't want one."

"No?"

I shake my head. "Nope!" I slide into the designer white-and-silver flip-flops and stand in front of the mirror, admiring myself.

Pina slides into a sundress and steps next to me.

I tell her, "You look nice."

Her smile is wide. "You look like the sexiest bride I've ever seen!"

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