Bachelorette party

I took a deep breath, staring at my reflection in the mirror as I finished the final touch of my makeup, a subtle but sultry smokey eye that made my dark brown eyes stand out.

My black curls were styled to perfection, bouncing slightly every time I moved, framing my face in a way that I knew would make Carmen absolutely lose her mind if she saw me right now.

A soft smile played on my lips at the thought of her, my soon-to-be wife, waiting for me at home while I went out for one last night of so-called freedom.

Not that I needed freedom.

Carmen was my freedom. My home. My everything.

But still, tradition was tradition, and since Chloe had been screaming about this bachelorette party for months, I figured I might as well let loose a little. After all, by tomorrow night, I'd be married. Married. To Carmen.

God, that thought alone was enough to make me feel lightheaded.