Forbidden (Kelly Severide)

Chapter 32

The night Ivy had been waiting for had finally arrived—her bachelorette party. She stood in front of the mirror, admiring the sleek black dress she'd picked out for the evening. It wasn't too fancy, but it hugged her body in all the right places, and she knew it would be perfect for a night out with her girls. She reached for her necklace, a small, delicate charm Kelly had given her, and smiled.

Sylvie, Stella, and Violet had insisted on going all out for the party. Ivy wasn't one for huge celebrations, but she knew that with these three by her side, it would be a night to remember.

"Okay, Ivy! Let's go!" Sylvie called from the living room.

Ivy took one last glance at herself and grinned before grabbing her purse and heading out. Sylvie was standing by the door, practically bouncing with excitement, while Stella and Violet were waiting outside, already chatting animatedly.

"Ladies," Ivy said, her grin widening, "let's get this party started!"

The four of them piled into Stella's car and headed downtown to one of Chicago's liveliest bars. The music was pumping, the crowd was buzzing, and the drinks were flowing. As soon as they walked in, Sylvie pulled Ivy to the bar and ordered a round of shots for all of them.

"To Ivy!" Stella cheered as they clinked their glasses together. "And to a wild night!"

They all downed their shots, and Ivy laughed, feeling the warmth of the alcohol settle in her chest. She had no idea what the night had in store, but with these women by her side, she knew it was going to be a blast.

As the night wore on, the girls made their way to the dance floor. The music pulsed through the room, and Ivy found herself letting loose in a way she hadn't in a long time. It felt good to be surrounded by friends, celebrating the life she was about to share with Kelly.

Stella and Violet kept the energy high, pulling Ivy into all kinds of dances while Sylvie filmed the whole thing on her phone. At one point, a group of guys tried to join them, but the girls quickly shut them down with a few sharp looks and sarcastic comments.

After hours of dancing, drinking, and laughing, they all found themselves back at the bar, catching their breath and ordering another round. Ivy could feel the tipsiness setting in, but it was a good kind of buzz. She was happy, relaxed, and completely at ease with her friends.

Stella leaned over with a smirk. "So, Ivy, what's the most questionable thing you and Kelly have done together?" she asked, a mischievous glint in her eye.

Ivy burst out laughing, nearly spilling her drink. "Oh my God, Stella!"

Violet grinned, egging her on. "Come on, you have to tell us. It's your bachelorette party! We need some scandalous stories."

Ivy shook her head, but the alcohol had loosened her up, and she was feeling playful. "Okay, okay," she said, leaning in closer so the other girls could hear her. "There was this one time after a call where we—"

The girls gasped and giggled as Ivy recounted a particularly steamy memory, their eyes wide with both shock and delight.

"No way!" Sylvie exclaimed, her face flushed from both the drinks and the story. "I can't believe you two did that!"

"Let's just say, Kelly's not as serious as he looks," Ivy said with a wink, taking another sip of her drink.

They all erupted in laughter, and for the next hour, they shared more stories, ranging from ridiculous work situations to the personal moments that made them who they were.

Meanwhile, across town, Kelly was having his own bachelor party with the guys. They had opted for a more low-key evening at Molly's, but with the Firehouse 51 crew involved, "low-key" was never quite what it seemed.