"Mitch is going to die when he sees her" Fran states quietly as I take one last sip of my champagne. I'm about to agree when one of the assistants holds up my bridesmaids dress and gestures to one of the fitting rooms off to the side. They had to make some alterations to the waist and now it's ready
"Damn bub" Rhode lets out a low whistle as I emerge from the bathroom ready to go for Sarah's bachelorette party. The dress code was 'Sarah's last hoorah', which apparently means we are going to hit the clubs like they've never been hit before. I've gone with a little black dress that is basically
"Amelia, let me introduce you to somebody. This, is Honest Rhode , your fiancé's drunk alter ego" Mitch grins as Rhode nods and turns to him with a delighted grin."How drunk are you?" I ask Rhode with a slight laugh. I don't think I've ever seen Rhode drunk, I've seen him slightly tipsy but neve
"Alright you, time for bed" I say as I shut the door behind us and flick on the light switch. We've finally called it a night, it started to get difficult to dance with Rhode since it's nearly impossible for him to stand up straight and support his own weight. Rhode chuckles quietly and tightens h
"That's gross. And you promised me you wouldn't do that" I frown as he sits down on the bed, grasping hold of my hand."Yeah it was. And I'm sorry but he got me hammered and everyone else wanted to go. We were there for five minutes before we left." He says with a tinge of guilt, and now I feel bad.
I hardly got any sleep last night. Rhode was completely drunk out of his mind last night, maybe he didn't mean what he said. Or maybe he did, and he's been keeping a gigantic lie from me for god knows how long. This is a mess, a mess that not even a third cup of coffee can begin to fix."Holy fuck
"I did this to protect you, to make sure he wouldn't come back and fuck up your life again. I did it because I love you so much and the thought of that cunt coming back in and breaking your heart all over again isn't something I could just watch and let happen" Rhode says frantically, trying to lif
"Don't you just love a post massage relax" Francesca enthuses as we recline on a set of loungers in a small greenhouse courtyard following a hot stone massage. My argument with Rhode has been bubbling in my stomach for the last two hours, so I can't exactly say that I'm relaxed."It's great" I mumb