𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐈𝐓𝐘'𝐒 𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒 | 𝐍.𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐗𝐓𝐎𝐍 |

chapter twenty-two: YAIL (You Are In Love)

Third Person POV

"Good news!" Penelope says, coming around the corner as she slips her phone into her pocket. "The venue we wanted is available for tonight from 9 o'clock to 12 o'clock."

Paisley let out a sigh of relief and clapped her hands together in excitement, "Yes! This is all going according to plan, thank God! Okay, what else is left to do on the list?"

"Uh, just to make sure catering gets there on time—Josh, is the menu correct?" Wynslow asks, looking up from the To-Do List in her hands.

Josh nodded, carefully placing the last-minute decor items into the cart. "Yeah, I double-checked this morning, and triple-checked before we came in here."

Wynslow smiled brightly. "Good. Now, the only thing we have left to do is decorate the venue, supervise the caterers when they arrive at the venue, and arrive at the venue at 4:30 to meet the baker who is dropping the cake off. Then we have to get dressed, send the car over to Autumn and the others, and get this PARTY STARTED–oh, someone call Ivy and ask if she and Stefon picked up the liquor."

"Already done," Kyle says. "She said she was making all the drinks herself, so I think that we should all just prepare to be extremely fucked up tonight."

For the past few days, the group had put their differences, bad blood, and opinions aside to plan a going-away party for Autumn. Throughout the week, everyone had been on their toes discreetly planning and taking turns keeping Autumn busy and occupied so that she wouldn't get any ideas about what was taking place. So far, they were doing well, and because this was the last day of planning, they had to work ten times harder for everyone to keep Autumn away.

They have been handling the incognito thing pretty well if they do say so themselves. They have anonymously sent Autumn her outfit for the night, paid for her hair, nails, and her make-up being done, and all while running around New York City like headless chickens just to make sure that everything turned out perfectly.

"Okay," Penelope says. "I think we're all set to head to the venue. Do you guys think so?"

Everyone nodded their heads in agreement and made their way up to the counter with their six carts full of decor for the venue. Each of them chipped into the nine hundred dollars worth of decor and once they finished ringing everything up, they loaded everything inside Corey's smokey grey-colored Range Rover, hopped inside, and drove off, hoping to beat the New York traffic so they could make it to the venue in time.

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At the Venue...

"Hey, has anyone seen Wynslow?" Kyle asks, walking up to Penelope, Paisley, and Nic. "I need her to tell me where these cloud thingies go."

Penelope glances over her shoulder and smirks, "I believe she's over there being held back by Corey as she yells at the caterers."

"She's yelling at the caterers?!" Paisley exclaims, hopping off the chair she had been standing on.

Everyone quickly stopped what they were doing and made their way over to where Corey and Wynslow were, getting a closer ear in on the conversation, and once they heard it, they couldn't seem to hold back their bubbling laughter.

"Wynslow, calm down!" Corey pleads.

Wynslow scoffed, "Calm down? We specifically asked for the following: salmon, sides of mixed vegetables, sides of string beans, and bread rolls! Why are the bread rolls missing?! I'll tell you why because Lawrence and Joshua here didn't want to double-check before they left the restaurant! How are we having Texas Roadhouse cater the party if we don't have the GODDAMN BREAD ROLLS!"