Until the bitter end.

Chapter 8: Girls night! (Part 1)

It's been a week since the meeting with Arielle and today she called Miles saying she only needs me and my "bridesmaids".

"Bridesmaids? Wouldn't it be more like... Oh! Alright! Okay, i'll tell him. Goodbye!"
Miles finished the call and went back to our conversation.
"Okay. She asked about who you want to be with you during all the process. Like your best friend. Or someone who likes shopping."
"Nick!"
"Only him, angel?" Miles smiled at me.
"And Jen, for sure. She'll have fun with us i guess."
"Okay babyboy. Call them and i will take you guys to Arielle's office. Go, get ready."

I stood up from my seat and went to our bedroom to get some clothes ready.
I walked to the closet, searching for something to wear. Finally, i took out a t-shirt and jeans from the closet and decided to wear a jacket, since it was a bit chilly outside.
"Are you excited, princess?" Miles whispered, standing im the doorframe.
"Of course!"

I took off my clothes and walked to the shower.

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"Hi guys!"
The brunette greeted us, walking out of her office and hugging me.
"Okay, i only know Alex. Mind telling me your names, guys?"
"I'm Nick, and she's Jennifer. We're Alex's friends." Nick pointed at the girl standing next to him, who was looking at her phone, and smiled to Arielle.

"What's up." Jen said, still looking at her phone.
"Okay, so, today we're going to go out and look for what you're going to wear on your special day, Alex. It's something really exciting, and i hope we have fun." The brunette exclaimed, tugging at her blazer.
"Yay!" Nick smiled at us, with an excited face.

"Let's go."

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"Alex we literally visited 3 malls already, i'm so tired, my phone is dying and i need something to drink or i'll die!" Jennifer complained from outside the fitting room.
We were at this "designer" house, or however Arielle called it. I felt uncomfortable when i saw all the photos on the walls where beautiful models were wearing beautiful clothes and suits. If Miles was here, he'd tell me i'm pretty.
"Shut up, i'm almost done!" I replied, trying to finish buttoning the shirt i was trying on.

"Okay. 1, 2, 3."

I opened the door and waited until everyone examinated the whole look, getting smiles and squeaks from Nick and screams from Arielle.
"It looks so good on you!"

The suit i was wearing was all white, the jacket had beautiful details and a cute bow on the back. The trousers also had details on the sides, all in golden colors.
But what made it all make sense was the contrast the black shirt made with the whole suit, and a little golden bowtie.
It fitted me well, since i felt really comfortable while i was wearing it.

With the suit, the designer gave me a little bouquet of lavander flowers, "It'll help you to visualize yourself in that special day." he said and smiled at me.

"This one. This one, guys. He looks lovely!" Jen said.
"Well, do you want this one, Allie?" Ari asked, looking at me again.
"Yup!"
"Well then, time to pay."

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"Cheers, ladies!" Arielle exclaimed, raising her little glass with tequila.
"Cheers!" Jen, Nick and i said, all along.
"Okay, now, time to gossip about guys! Tell us Alex, how is Miles in bed?"
"What?!" I blushed, "I-i can't tell you that!"
"C'mon, don't be a pussy." Jen rolled her eyes as she drank her tequila.

"Well... We once had sex in a classroom and... I gave him a blowjob in the first date. We're always shagging, not going to lie. He's fucking hot and oh god, i just...-" I was interrupted by Nick's excited voice and giggles.
"Look at that guy over there, with the girl. Is he talking in italian? He's hot."
Jennifer turned around, not discretly, to see the guy in the table behind us.
"Uh... Yup. Italian." She turned to us again and burped, "He's not even that hot, Nick."
"Oh no darling, he is." Arielle exclaimed.
"I bet you another shot that i can get his number."
"It's a deal, Vander-whateverthefuck." Jen said.

Arielle stood up from her seat and ran a hand through her hair, getting herself ready.
"Make up?" She asked Jen.
"Good."
"Hair?"
"Good."
"Are you ready to lose a bet?"
"Go and do it, fuck." The smaller girl said, rolling her eyes again.

Arielle walked to the other table getting there and complimenting the guy's hair. Long locks of brown hair, like a waterfall. He was dressed in a blue shirt and black skinny jeans, wearing sunglasses indoors; two pairs of them. No one knew why.

In less than five minutes Arielle was back in our table, showing us the guy's number, which he wrote in a piece of paper, with his name under it.
"Anyone wants it?"
"Me!" Both Nick and i exclaimed.
"Keep it Nicky, i'm going to get married." I giggled and took another shot.

"And i'm glad about it."