Page 72 of One Reckless Moment

Everyone stared as he leaned on his elbows, dressed in a sparkly pink tube top and matching skirt—thanks, Lottie—with a white cowgirl hat that had a veil attached to the back.

“You’re going to be a beautiful bride,” Axle burst out as he ordered us drinks.

My chest was shaking and my cheeks hurt from smiling so damn much.

This was the chaos I missed.

It felt so good to be home.

A loud crash and the distinct sound of shouting had my head spinning to the dance floor just as I witnessed a familiar blonde throw a drink on the girl in front of her. I was immediately heading in that direction as I heard Paige shout, “Say it again to my face, bitch!”

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SAY IT AGAIN TO MY FACE, BITCH

PAIGE

We walked into Taylor’s house and I halted in my tracks as I took in the scene in front of me. Pink and silver balloons filled every archway of the house. There were disco balls and mini cowgirl hats on every surface and the kitchen island was covered in pink confetti next to bottles of champagne and pink wine.

It looked like a bachelorette Pinterest board had thrown up all over the floor.

“Surprise!” Taylor said as she ran up to me with a champagne glass.

“Oh my god! This is amazing!” I said as she tackled me in a hug.

“Glad you like it because I’m about to break out in hives,” Micah said as she poured more drinks in the kitchen.

Micah had definitely never been around this much pink at once. We burst into laughter as we stepped farther into the room. I slid onto a barstool as Lottie wrapped her arms around my shoulders from behind.

“Do you love it?” she asked, squeezing me harder.

“Of course I love it, but you guys didn’t have to do anything.”

Taylor waved a dismissive hand at me. “Oh, shut it. Yes, we did. We love you and want to celebrate.”

I took a long sip of my champagne to keep myself from spilling the truth—or worse, crying. I didn’t deserve the love I received from these girls. They deserved to know the truth. They deserved to know that Cash and I were going to get divorced by the end of the summer and all of this beautiful effort was all a waste.

I was nervous it wouldn’t feel like this when I was actually getting married to a man who wanted to marry me back.

I opened my mouth to object, but was quickly cut off by Micah.

“This is only phase one,” she said with a smile.

I perked up, more than a little curious. “What’s phase two?”

“Finish your drink and follow me upstairs,” she said over her shoulder.

I downed the rest of my glass in two mouthfuls and reveled in the feeling of the bubbles running down my throat. I hopped off the stool and skipped after her. She opened the door to Taylor’s room and turned to me.

“Phase two, Little P, is a good old-fashioned fashion show. Whatever outfits we end up in, we get to wear to the bar.”

Taylor’s room was filled with three clothing racks stacked with outfits of various shades of pink, white, and silver. There was glitter and satin in every corner of the room. Her bathroom counter was completely covered with makeup, and hair-styling tools sat plugged in ready to transform us.

“This is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen,” I said, jumping on my toes like the giddy girl I was.

Taylor and Lottie came bouncing in with drinks in hand as Micah queued up a playlist of early 2000s hits.

For the next hour, we browsed the racks for outfits, did each other’s hair and makeup, and sang at the top of our lungs as we drank. I felt like I was in high school again, sleeping over at Taylor’s house and gossiping about boys.