My best friend’s 21st birthday was about 12 days before my wedding to my older man, Keegan. Her boyfriend and I were secretly planning a birthday bash at a local bar for her. She had been dying to wear one of my Versace dresses, so I put it in my car along with a stunning pair of stilettos for her to wear. At this point, I still needed help putting together my wedding favors, so as an excuse to get her to come to the venue, I asked my friend to help me. When I picked her up dressed to the nines, she was immediately suspicious.
At this time, I was also texting my friend from college, Brian. We had fallen out of touch due to his crazy girlfriend and now that he’d ditched her, he wanted to reconnect. So, I invited him to the party.
“Well, don’t you look sexy today? Is something going on or do wedding favors turn you on in some weird way?” asked my friend Laura apprehensively.
“We need to make a few stops. Is that OK? You know, I just want to look like a hot single lady for a few days before becoming a married old hag,” I replied. We both laughed.
I drove us to a local bar that we both loved. Everyone yelled, “Surprise,” as soon as we walked in. “Drinks are on me, honey! Happy birthday!” I said, giving her a hug. “Oh, and here—this is for you,” I said, handing her a garment bag and the stilettos.
“Is this—oh, please tell me this is the dress I have been drooling over for months! IT IS,” she squealed as she hopped up and down before grabbing me for a hug.
As she went to go change, I ordered drinks and took my engagement ring off, slipping it into my purse. As Laura came back out looking gorgeous in the dress, I handed her my purse. “Here, there’s all of your favorite makeup inside.”
“There’s a very good reason you are my best friend, Vivian. Thank you!” She hugged me again before rushing off to the bathroom to get all dolled up. As I waited for her, Brian and I continued texting back and forth. He was nearby and really wanted to see me. So I figured what the hell—it wasn’t my bachelorette party, but I almost felt justified to flirt relentlessly with him, especially after Keegan admitted to me a few days earlier that he had been having sex with a sugar baby until six months into our May-December relationship.
Me, Laura, her boyfriend, Brian, and about 20 other people danced our asses off that night. We drank heavily and laughed even harder. Brian and I were the last to leave after cleaning up and we were both still too drunk to drive. We sat on the tailgate of his truck just talking and flirting, and then the conversation turned serious. “Vivian, you know I have always wanted more with you. Yet, here you are, marrying this guy who is older than both of us. I could make you happy; I could give you everything you need. I want you to be my wife. I want you to have my children. We would be great together yet somehow the timing has never been right,” Brian said, putting his hand on my thigh.
“You waited until now to make a play at me, Brian? Now, when I am less than two weeks away from my wedding to a man who has given me the world? That’s just not fair,” I said, almost disgusted.
Brian looked at me and just grinned mischievously—his ginger hair standing out against his pale white skin in the moonlight…