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Chapter Seventyone Mya Anderson November 15th - Bachelor/Bachelorette Party
Tonight is all about meeeeeeee!
It's the night of my bachelorette party and I'm about to get so fucking turnt! I haven't done that in a while since my schedule has been crazy and I've been on a diet so no liquor has been in my system since Memorial Day. That's like a special time for Chris and I, so I always have to turn up. We went to Miami of course and it was the last time I was in my house before Chris forced me to pack it up so that he could sell it. I only lived there for six months. I would've loved to keep it for a vacation home. He still has his place in a Tarzana!
He claims it's because he can't paint our new house, which is absolutely right.
From what I heard, that's where his bachelor party is tonight and I know I shouldn't be like this but I'm nervous as hell. I just know how Chris just magically gets irresponsible around the wrong people and the last thing I need is a cheating scandal a month before my wedding. I trust Chris a lot more than I used to but we all have our weak moments.
So I'm currently trying to remain calm and tell myself that everything will be juuuuuust fine.
My phone rung on my vanity. I looked over at it and it was Eva calling. I slid over the answer button then put it on speaker. "Helloooooooo!"
"Mya it's your night! Are you ready to have a good time?!"
"Yes I am. Where y'all at?"
"Pulling up now, we need you to open the gate."
"Okay, here I come."
"Okay."
I hung up the phone then slipped on my robe and ran downstairs. Going over to the intercom I opened the gate for them then went and opened the door. Eva's truck pulled up behind my car with Mariah's car not too far behind.
Eva, Munchie, Mariah, Kayla, and Lilia climbed out the cars and came up to me. Mariah was carrying a box that looked like it was filled with liquor.
"Girl why aren't you dressed?! It's time to turn up." Munchie asked.
"I'm about to now, I had to finish up my make up. It's going to take me fifteen minutes."
"Hurry up, we gotta get drunk before we leave."
"Okay, okaaaay." I headed back upstairs and finished my make up, fixed my hair, then got dressed.
