and we forgave

Chapter 37

NESSIE

"Nos somos all adults", Nini tells the bodyguard at the entrance of the club.

"That's Spanish", April replies.

"And English", Soph adds.

Dia and I can't help but chuckle.

"Fuck", the redhead lets out. "Dovey, come here. You're the one who knows French."

"You literally said five seconds ago you knew it too", Soph teases her. Nini did say that. Yet she now rolls her eyes and slaps her face.

"I said I know how to French, not that I know French", Nini corrects her. We all have to laugh again.

"You're gross", Soph says, making her way to the bodyguard, who already opened his mouth wide and gasps.

"We're in Paris, babe. I'm not gross. I'm artsy", the redhead counters.

I have a feeling I won't get bored tonight.

We are all standing in front of a bar in the middle of Paris. It looks fancy and we found it on social media, since a lot of important celebrities came here. Given the fact we have a freaking princess with us, we thought we should give it a try.

We are all dressed fitting for a bachelorette party. Short dresses, big heels, tones of glitter. Soph is in a short glittery dress with long sleeves, looking like a disco ball. She is wearing high silvery heels and her hair is up in a high ponytail, two strands letting to fall free at the front. Nini is in a pink short dress with spaghetti straps, black heels, her red hair up in a bun. April is in a combination of a white top that looks like a bra, a short white skirt, some black heels, her hair straightened, the curls gone. Dia wears a pastel blue dress with spaghetti straps, like a slip dress, together with black boots. Her brown hair is braided in one long braid. I am wearing a wavy pastel green short dress, that covers a bit of my baby bump, and some white heels. We are all wearing red lipstick on as a partner thing.

"Bonsoir, nous sommes cinq, six avec mon bodyguard. Nous voulons entrer dans le cub », Soph says in a perfect French to the guard.

He nods his head like in a bow and replies: "Excuse me, Your Royal Highness. Please, this way. Have a nice evening." She smiles at him and nods acknowledging. As we enter through the big gates and pass him by, I can hear Nini mumble "Don't speak English my ass." I chuckle at that.

The first thing I notice are the many people. Then the DJ station, in the middle of the dance ring. The dance ring is made out of a mirror reflecting the led filled ceiling. I then notice the huge pool outside and the bar. And the tables already filled with people.

But what I notice most it's how overcrowded it is. I can't get enough air to breathe. I feel like I might collapse any moment now.

I think I do since the next thing I feel are some arms catching me.

~

"This is so much better than that club", Nini says, sitting next to Soph. We are sitting on some stairs somewhere in Montmartre, looking at the view of the city and sharing a pizza we bought on the way here from the only place opened this late at night. Darrel wanted us to drive us with the car here ,but we wanted to walk, so he gave up and followed us. We didn't come straight here. No. We made a night tour of Paris first, going all the way to Louvre, then to the Eiffel Tower then here. When my legs gave up from being exhausted, April or Nini carried me on their back. It's 4am and we're still on the streets. Good thing we got some sandwiches after that sightseeing tour in the bus we made earlier after we arrived here, otherwise we would have been without food since four in the morning when our plane left New York.