“Tradition,” Sloane said, unbothered.
It wasn’t the destination (a rented glass mansion in the Hudson Valley). It wasn’t the dress code (sequins encouraged, sanity optional). It was the quiet, terrifying weight of the word last . Last night as a “miss.” Last chance to pretend she wasn’t about to merge her Netflix account permanently. layla jenner bachelorette pt1
At 2 a.m., wearing a disco-ball headband and no shoes, Layla FaceTimed her fiancé, Marcus. He answered in pajamas, half-asleep, holding their cat. “Tradition,” Sloane said, unbothered
Layla read it twice. Then, very calmly, she handed the note to Sloane, who promptly lit it on fire using a votive candle. It was the quiet, terrifying weight of the word last
Her best friend and maid of honor, Sloane, clinked a champagne flute with a fork. “Ladies, welcome to the Farewell to the Flirtation festivities! Tonight, we drink. Tomorrow, we regret. Sunday, we marry.”
She wiped a tear. “Yeah. Just saying goodbye to someone.”