all reason aside, i just can't deny, i love the guy | trevor philips

Chapter IV

Paris - Sabrina Carpenter

Tonight was going to be very interesting. I was a bit worried about what might happen but I'm willing to take any chance at having fun. My bachelorette party is happening! The girls planned everything out for me and I've already got my special outfit. It was a silver sequin dress with a plunging v-neck. My party was going to be held in a private club right next to the Eiffel Tower!

Aimee, Gabrielle, Juliette, and Camille have already picked out their outfits too. I went shopping with them. They all picked out the most beautiful—and most expensive—outfits. Juliette was decked out in full Louis Vuitton, Camille got a simple black minidress, Aimee got some Christian Louboutin's paired with a white pencil dress, Gabrielle got herself a Saint Laurent makeover. Of course, we all had to pair our fits with a fine handbag. We were going to look like the richest friend group in Paris.

While the girls and I were going to have a huge bachelorette party, Trevor was having a very, very simple bachelor party. There was going to be no huge group of guys to invite. It was just going to be him and other this guy, Alexandre, he met at a bar. And they will be at that same bar they both met at. Trevor was a much more known criminal than me and he didn't want to cause a huge scene and possibly have someone recognize him. I do have a better disguise than him, he is much more noticeable.

I wasn't all sure what this party was going to include, but I knew it was going to get pretty nasty. Literally. There will be strippers, drinks, possibly even drugs. I know what my friends are like, they are all definitely the type to get deadly wasted. Except for Camille. She's more of a calmer person. I'm kind of both, I guess. Though I do prefer calmer things more.

My nerves were being tempted, I was a little anxious about everything. This could go two ways. The best way or the absolute worst way possible. I'm always scared of someone finding me and turning me in.

I was out for lunch with Aimee at a cafe. It was the most relaxing setting. It wasn't the typical American Starbucks, it was much cheaper and it even tasted better. Aimee has lived in Paris for five years, she's fairly familiar with the surrounding area.

"Alison, I'm so happy we met. I know we haven't really known each other for that long, but I feel like I've known you for years! I'm so excited about your wedding tomorrow and the party tonight!" She clasped my hand in hers and gave me a deep smile. "Yeah, I'm happy we met, too! I mean, you have done so much for me. When I first moved here, I didn't think I'd find so many friends so soon, but look at me now!" I laughed, looking out the large window.

"I wonder, what was life in New York like?" I lied to them and said I was from New York. "Oh, it was... very loud," I grimaced. "Was it? I remember living in Minneapolis and that was extremely loud. I could only imagine what New York is like," Aimee pondered.

She sipped on her coffee. "You don't have a New York accent."

"My parents are actually from California but they moved to New York just before they had me." I had all of my lies ready. I had prepared for all of these questions. Aimee nodded. "California seems like a very nice place, too," she said.

"Yeah, and Paul he's from Canada! It's crazy, he and I met on a walkway just before we were about to cross the street. I was heading home and there he was! He blew my mind. We like, connected in a snap. It was insane!" I explained excitedly. "Soulmates," Aimee grinned. I feel like Trevor and I are soulmates, though.