Page 106 of Bridesmaid Undercover
“It’s true,” Ken says. “I don’t think I’ll ever see you in anything else but that suit. If our moms would allow it, I’d demand you wear that at the wedding as well.”
I tug on my suit coat. “You know, I think I look pretty damn good in pink. And these pants, aren’t they nice?” I show off my legs to my friends.
“I never noticed your legs before,” Ken says. “But those pants highlight them in a way that’s undeniable. You have great stems, man.”
“Never skip leg day,” I say with a wink.
“My God, you two,” Polly says as she pops open the envelope. She takes out the card, opens it up and then pauses. Her eyes lift to mine, her brows rising in question. “Hardy, what is this?”
I stick my hands in my pockets. “It’s your gift—combo wedding and bridal shower. Figured you would want it now so you could plan.”
“What is it?” Ken asks, leaning over. When he sees what it is, he starts to shake his head. “No fucking way. Dude.” He takes the piece of paper and stares down at it. “How the hell did you remember this?”
“I remember a lot of things,” I say.
“We can’t accept this,” Polly says.
“The hell we can’t,” Ken says as he stands and pulls me into a hug, causing me to laugh. “This is amazing, dude, thank you.”
Polly stands as well and gives me a hug. “This is too generous.”
“It’s not…not for you two,” I say.
Ken stares down at the paper and then over at Polly. “Finally going to make that trip to the elusive St. Hopper in Bora Bora. And our own bungalow over the water for two weeks.” Ken shakes his head. “I won’t want to leave.”
“Is your dad okay with this?” Polly asks. “I know you’ve been on rocky terms with him.”
“He doesn’t know,” I say. “This voucher is under your names, and if you don’t get the five-star, VIP experience, then you let me know, because I’m friends with management. They’re expecting you.”
“This is…this is really amazing,” Ken says. “Thanks, man.”
“Of course,” I say and then bring my hands together. “Okay, I’m going to head out. Do you guys need help with anything else? I think the family handled the gifts.”
“We’re good.”
“Oh good,” Everly says as she walks up to us from the front of the store where she was talking to the bartender. “I was hoping you hadn’t taken off yet. I was talking with the caterer. All leftover food has been packed up and put in your car, so enjoy.”
“Thank you,” Polly says. “This was…this was amazing. And I loved the flamingo theme. It felt just like something Maple would do.”
“Just followed her direction,” Everly says as Maple walks up too. She was helping with the presents and clean-up, even though Everly told her not to worry about it.
“Is there anything else that needs to be done?” Maple asks.
“Nope, I think we’re all set,” Everly says. “I hope you guys had a wonderful time. Now we have the bach parties to plan.”
“Right, I need to email you about that,” I say to Everly.
“Ooo, can’t wait. Can’t imagine what you might wear to that.”
I tug on my suit. “Maybe I’ll go another round in this suit. It went so well.”
“Wearing the same outfit twice in a row?” Polly jokes. “Tacky, Hardy.”
“If you think your bach party is going to be anything but tacky, then you need to put other people in charge, right, Maple?”
“What the heck are you planning?” Maple says, looking up at me.
“You got your flamingos, so now it’s my time to shine.” I put my arm around Everly and squeeze her close. “We’re going to deliver the best party you’ve ever seen…best.”
