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Moonshine?
Uh, that screams bad, bad idea.
“Uh…are we going to be required to drink?” I ask.
Hardy and Hudson both glance at me. “You don’t have to if you don’t want to,” Hardy says.
“Is there something wrong with moonshine?” Hudson asks.
“No, I just…uh, I figured I could help keep everyone on track, you know? Act as the DD.”
Hardy chuckles. “We don’t need a DD. The staff can help us drive back to the bungalows. We’re just going to sample, man. Don’t worry, you’ll barely get a buzz.”
Famous last words.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
MAGGIE
“ARE YOU SERIOUS WITH THIS?”Haisley asks as she pulls out the embroidered slippers that match her robe. She clutches them to her chest. “Maggie, this is such a sweet gift. Thank you.”
“Of course. I figured it would be nice for you to feel special. All my brides have them.”
“And the hanger for my dress. This is all too much.”
I shake my head. “Not at all. I hope you enjoy them.”
“I will.”
“This is quite darling,” Regina says as she takes a look at the hanger.
“Can you bring the slippers closer to the screen?” Haisley’s friend, Margie, asks, peering at us from Haisley’s phone.
Margie is hilarious. I can see why she and Haisley are best friends. I’ve only just met her, but she’s bold, says what’s on her mind, and also cares so much for Haisley. Even though Margie is on bedrest, she still sent over a gift for tonight, which included all the fixings for a raunchy bachelorette party. Penis necklaces. Penis shot glasses. Penis headbands. Regina was horrified, Sloane and Stacey loved it, Haisley just shook her head, and I mentally applauded.
Sometimes, you just have to go all in on the tacky bachelorette party and those are usually the parties that end up being the fun because you can just be ridiculous and no one cares. Not sure Regina—the oh-so-uptightone—is going to allow that to happen, but at least we have the penis shot glasses.
While Haisley shows the slippers off to Margie, I turn to Regina. “Is there anything I can help with for tomorrow?”
Regina shakes her head. “We have everything covered, dear.” It seems like a curt answer, but I’m not going to try to read too much into it.
“Wonderful. Well, if you need anything, just let me know. That’s what I’m here for.”
“We appreciate it,” Regina says right before she walks over to the drink station that the hotel staff set up on the beach for us. We’re under one of the family cabanas, surrounded by tiny desserts and drinks.
“Would you like a drink?” I ask Haisley.
“Let me grab one for you,” she says as she sets her phone against a large bottle of water, propping it up, and picks up a glass, surveying the liquor. I’m surprised they don’t have a bartender here, then again, it’s the Hoppers, and seems like they can do whatever they want at their resort. “Do you like rum?” she asks.
“I do. Love rum.”
“Great. I’m going to throw together a little something for you.”
She picks up the orange and pineapple juices and pours them into a cup, followed by cherry juice and coconut rum. She stirs it up and hands it to me.
“Consider it Haisley’s Island Breeze.”
“Careful,” Margie says over the phone. “Haisley’s drinks are stronger than you think. If you don’t watch out, you’ll end up with your underwear on top of your head by the end of the night.”
