Rose
I stared at myself in the full-length mirror and my jaw dropped open because all I could see was my skin. Lots and lots of my skin with straps of dress here and there. This was so not right.
"f**k me," Maya, Cora's best friend I met at the café in New York exclaimed as she eyed me from head to toe. She came here three days ago to help Cora with the wedding arrangements.
"I know right?" Cora smirked. "Noah is so going to die,"
Or kill me.
"Th...this is a lo...lot of sk...skin," I said, pointing at myself.
Tonight, we were going out for what Cora said was my bachelor's party. I didn't know what that meant, so she clarified that it was my last night as a bachelor before I get married tomorrow and become Mrs. Noah Gray. I was already legally but the wedding solidifies it. Hence, tod
