After a lot of convincing on my part, I settle on my leather leggings, despite themnotbeing in the official options pile. I top it off with my new lace corset from our pre-trip shopping spree. It’s comfortable and sexy. The perfect middle ground. Which seems to make Rachel happy.
We snack while we finish getting ready because nothing says girls night out quite like a solidgirl dinnerto kick off a night of questionable decisions and good vibes.
For a two-bedroom, this bathroom is massive. It could probably count as a whole extra room. Rachel is sitting on the counter doing her makeup, when she suddenly stops and looks at me in the mirror.
“Ummm,hi, we’re in Scotland!Finally!”
She's practically bouncing off the sink. “We’re going to have so much fun! I can’t wait to dance and meet all the hot Scottish men. And before you go off on me, Iknow,I have Bobby.”
She knows exactly what I was about to say.
Bobby.
Rachel'ssituationship. I refuse to call him her boyfriend, because he won’t even commit to acknowledging their relationship. It’s a disaster waiting to happen. Every title they have?All courtesy of Rachel.
She deserves better. And she knows it… I think.
She sits up straighter, adjusting her red cropped tank in the mirror before giving her boobs an extra push for good measure. Her expression goes completely serious. “Do I need to change into something sluttier?”
I slap my hand over my mouth, trying to smother the laugh threatening to escape.
“Oh, youdefinitelydon’t need to try harder. Pretty sure anyone within a two-mile radius will see the giant neon arrow pointing your way.”
I wave my hand toward her. “Trust me, we look hot. We’ve got this.”
Her gaze drops to my pants, while she silently debates if my outfit meets her ridiculous standards. I brace myself, expecting a critique, but after a long pause, she finally nods in approval.
“Okay, fine.” She sighs dramatically, adjusting her top one last time. “You’re right, those leggingsarehot. Your ass looks amazing.”
I smile, putting on my lip gloss. “Duh.”
With both of us finally ready, I rush around tidying up, tossing snack wrappers, organizing the makeup that’s been scattered across the counter, and grabbing last minute essentials.
Phone? Check. Lip gloss? Check. Sanity?Questionable.
Rachel stands by the door, bag in hand, bouncing impatiently on her toes.
“Got everything?” I ask, already knowing the answer.
“Yes,” she huffs, shoving me out the door. “And if we did forget something, it’s three blocks away. We can survive the trek back.”
At least she picked somewhere close, so we don’t end up on somemissing personsdocumentary.
Chapter 2
Me vs. Darts
Raven
Linking arms with Rachel as we stroll down the street, I take a slow breath, soaking it all in. The charming stone buildings and the uneven cobblestone paths are so fucking cool. The way the street lamps cast a golden glow over everything makes it feel like I’ve stepped into a storybook.
I could seriously live here.
“So could I,” Rachel replies with a grin. “That would be magical. Let's sell everything and move here.”
I blink, confused. “Did I just say that out loud?”
She laughs, squeezing my arm. “Yeah. And honestly? I’m with you. Scotland feels like a dream we didn’t know we needed.”
