It Happens

I've graduated from college, I'm engaged to Brian, I moved in with him in his old house since his parents bought a new one and moved. And the best part is that I'm marrying him tomorrow. Life couldn't get any better right now. I'm happy and I'm happy that I'm happy, if that makes sense.

I hear my phone ring and I go to pick it up.

"Hello?"

"Hey, Tara."

"Hey, V."

"So for the party tonight, did you want any other snacks?"

"No, I don't think we need anything else."

"Okay."

"Veronica?"

"Yeah?"

"No strippers, okay?" The last thing I want to see is a stripper when I'm about to marry Brian tomorrow.

"Mhmm," she hums, obviously not wanting to promise me that there won't be a stripper.

"V, seriously—" Before I can say anything else, she hangs up. Well goddamn.

"Baby," Brian calls, coming out of the kitchen.

"Yeah?"