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Beta'd by the wickedly funny dandiegoose who loves The Hangover as much as I do.
Thursday
BPOV
"So, is everyone ready to be pampered?" I ask bouncing in my seat during breakfast.
"What do you mean pampered?" Alice nervously asks.
"Massage, pedicure, manicure, wax, body wraps and facials," I explain.
"Are you nervous, Alice?" Rosalie asks, holding back her giggles.
"Alice, there is no need to worry. I promise," Vic assures Alice.
She smiles shyly.
"Don't underestimate the force," I hear Alice mumble under her breath.
Rose and I look at each other and giggle a little.
There is one thing that makes us laugh more than anything else since meeting Alice. She's a Stars Wars fanatic. I can only imagine her room at home, posters of Luke and Han decorating the walls, and shelves of action figures kept pristine in their boxes. Then a duplicate set of her favorite action figures left in a miniature stage set for her to re-enact scenes from the movies. There is no way that she has ever missed a convention that came within driving distance of L.A.
After breakfast, we each slip on some yoga pants and tank tops and make our way down to the spa for our day of beauty.
"Welcome ladies to Canyon Ranch," the blond addresses us from behind the front desk.
"We have a reservation under Swan," I state with authority.
She looks down and clicks a few times on the computer, before answering us.
"You are all set up for the Girlfriends Day spa Getaway."
"You are correct," I acknowledge.
We are led to the dressing rooms where we, strip and don our lush robes. Sitting down in a transition room, we are presented with Mimosas.
"Hmm, this is so relaxing, and I haven't even had my massage yet," Vic says sighing.
"You've been so fucking tight with the wedding plans. Even with the wedding coordinator at your beck and call, you could have managed to squirt out your own diamond by now," I criticize Vic.
"Look who's talking," she starts back at me. "You do nothing but work. When was the last time you went on a date?"
"I don't date. I get fucked when I feel like it."
"But don't you want a relationship? Someone to share your life with?" Vic asks.
It's always the same with Vic: she wants me to be happy like her. It's just not in the cards for me to be in a relationship, let alone married.
"Most men don't give a shit about relationship, just as long as they get what they need. So why should I bother?" I explain. "You lucked out with a one in a million like James. He adores you and you two are perfect for each other."
"A tremor in the force," Alice whispers to herself in a somewhat Yoda voice.
I turn and glare at her and she lowers her gaze to her glass, running her finger around the edge while she mutters under her breath, "Blinded to the power of the force you are".
I know that I sound jealous of Vic and James, and I am to a point. But with my job and my family, there is no room for a 'relationship'. Who the fuck would put up with me?
"You know that Bella will never marry, so why should she bother with dating," Rose adds.
"I just want to see you happy and not married to your job like your father. Do you remember what your mother is like?" Vic directs her question and concern towards me.
"Don't remind me," I warn.
Renee is the definition of a corporate wife. She's perfect; always dressed to the nines, hair and makeup never out of place. She comes to the office twice a week; once to have lunch with Charlie and once to have lunch with me.
She works out with her personal trainer Phil, shops and does the regular charity work, all before spending way too much time by the pool with her bourbon, neat.
Yeah, the last thing on this fucking earth did I ever want to aspire to, is being like Renee.
"Besides, we are not here to talk about me. We are here to send you off to in style," I answer changing the subject.
"I still can't believe that we are finally getting married," Vic muses to herself.
Just as both Rose and I are about to remind Vic that James is nuts about her, and has been since the day they met in college, the attendants come in and usher each of us off to our massages.
After we are done at the spa, we make our way back to the penthouse to get ready for the evening.
After showering and straightening my hair, I put on heavier makeup than usual before slipping on a fitted midnight blue and silver sequin shift mini-dress. The coloring on this dress is unique since the close-set sequins darken as they near the hem.
As I am slipping on silver beaded strappy heels, Vic emerges from the bathroom wearing a gold drape back sequin mesh mini-dress and matching gold stilettos.
I let out a long whistle in approval.
"You think so?" Vic asks.
"Oh, come on. Who else could fucking pull that dress off?"
"Like you're one to talk. Look at you. Your job has helped your fashion sense," Vic teases.
"Fuck you, I've always had fashion sense. Now I just have better access to designers," I smirk back.
We finish getting ready before joining the other girls in the living room.
Rose is also stunningly dressed in a blood red belted metallic satin dress that has artful folds and structured pleats at the neckline.
Fuck, my job is getting to me. I would have never paid that much attention to clothing before.
"Where's Alice?" I ask looking around.
"She's still getting ready," Rose says rolling her eyes. "She wouldn't dress in front of me. She's in there with the door locked."
"And you're marrying into that gene pool," I point out to Vic.
"Alice is sweet, leave her alone. James says that she doesn't get out much. I really want her to have a good time tonight, so be fucking nice, B!" Vic warns me.
"Fine," I growl at her playfully.
About ten minutes later, Alice finally emerges from the room looking surprising pretty. I wasn't sure what to expect with her, thinking maybe she would be dressed like Princess Leia or something.
"Into the garbage chute, flyboy," I hear Alice mutter to herself as she comes to join us on the couches.
Alice is tasteful and cute in a beaded silk chiffon dress with a scooped neckline and an Empire waist. The hem reaches and covers her knees. She completes the outfit with a matching bow headband and ballet flats.
"Are we all ready?" I ask standing up.
"Hell yes," Rose answers.
"Sure," Alice adds.
We make our way downstairs, attracting stares and smiles from men all over the place. From the look of it, tonight I could find something to play with while we are out. Take care of some of my tension from work.
Damn, I need to get laid.
Taking a taxi, we start off the evening having dinner at Fix at the Bellagio.
After wining and dining, we make our way to the Bellagio's famous Fontana Bar.
We are seated on the patio, giving us all an enjoyable view of the spectacular lake and the dancing waters.
Deciding to order us up something special, I leave the girls to admire the view and sway my up to the bar. Eyeing the cute bartender, I lay my best smile. As usual, I check his nametag before purring my request.
"Hi, Alec, could we have four shots?"
"Sure, Beautiful. What would you like?" he smirks back.
"Royal Flush." I nod knowing that the shot is the perfect amount of sweet and tons of alcohol.
He grins and starts to make our shots.
I turn back to check on the girls, who are all pointing at the dancing waters and grinning like schoolgirls.
It's nice to see everyone with a smile on their faces.
"Here you go, Beautiful," Alec alerts me that the shots are done.
I turn back to find a winking Alec at me.
I flash him a bright smile before speaking, "Thanks." I hand him some cash, grab the shots and head back to our table.
"Alright. Time for some toasts," I offer.
"I'll go first," Rosalie starts. "To Vic, the hottest redhead I have ever met. I still believe that you are marrying James because of a bet. But he must be great to get you all wet. So here's to you, 'cause you're not married yet!"
Rosalie clinks her glass to Vic and takes her shot.
"Okay, I have a little something to say," Alice perks up. "Victoria, I'm glad that you make my brother happy. I'm glad that in a few days I can officially call you my sister. Just don't let James fuck this up," she mumbles the last part before clinking her glass, taking her shot.
I shake my head a little, trying to ignore the oddity that is Alice.
"Alright, so Vic. You are getting married, to James. We all knew that this day would come. You better fucking enjoy it, because let's face it, do you ever see me getting married?" I pause and smirk at her. "But seriously, I'm happy for you and James. Now let's get blinded out of our minds. Here's to never remembering this night! Woo!" I clink to Vic and we both take our shots.
Ten minutes later, I can't remember what happens next.
A/N: As you can tell, I'm having some fun with this group of ladies. Enjoy the ride, cause it's about to get bumpy.
Do you remember your worst hangover?