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to buy a bottle of tequila. After getting into a very uncomfortable conversation with one of my teachers about what I’m doing with my life, I end up arriving ten minutes late, which is apparently the end of the world in peppy ex-cheerleader land.
    “There you are!” She jogs down the gravel driveway toward me as I climb out of my car. “We were getting worried about you! I even called your mom since I don’t have your phone number, but she told me not to worry, because you’re always late.” She places her hands on her hips. “I hate to be a thorn in the behind, but we have a tight schedule to follow, so I’d appreciate it if you could leave the tardiness here in the driveway.”
    “Got it.” I pantomime dropping something in the driveway, but the gesture goes over her head. I grab my bag then bump the car door shut. “Quick question, though. Isn’t Vegas supposed to be, I don’t know, a place to let go and be crazy? Do whatever the hell you want? Be carefree? Not follow a schedule?”
    She shakes her head. “Being carefree is for hippies and those girls who wear those sweatpants that say things like ‘juicy’ and ‘sexy’ on the rear end.”
    I glance at the sweatpants she’s wearing that are decorated with ‘Bride to Be’ on the behind, but she simply shrugs.
    “Okay, so we have one car we’re taking.” She rounds the back of the biggest SUV I have ever seen. “And this is our driver, Evan.” She gestures at the guy piling bags into the back of the car.
    Evan? Sexy Stranger is the driver?
    “I’m not your driver, Carrie Lynn.” Evan tosses a bag into the back of the SUV. “I’m just doing your fiancé a favor.”
    “Because you’re too nice.” Emersyn Mackay, Ander’s younger sister, and I guess Evan’s, too, drapes her arm around Evan. “But I’m glad you’re going, big bro. God knows what’d happen to me if I went alone with them. I’d probably come back with hair twice the size of my head and addicted to lollipops and bubblegum.”
    “What do you mean by that?” Carrie Lynn pops a bubble. “Because it feels like you mean something.”
    Emersyn grins wickedly, but doesn’t say anything.
    Shaking her head, Carrie Lynn faces me. “Do you know Emersyn? If you don’t, you really should. I think you two will get along great. You have the same odd sense of humor.”
    I glance at Emersyn, dressed in black jeans, boots, and a plaid shirt, no glitter or sparkles in sight. “I could maybe see that happening.”
    Emersyn skims me over with doubt. “I don’t know. That’s some awfully sparkly eyeshadow you’re wearing.”
    I instinctively touch the corner of my eye. “Hey, it’s black.”
    “It looks like it’s shimmering,” she says with insinuation.
    “It’s just the sunlight,” I lie. The color is called shimmering midnight, but she doesn’t need to know that. “And what about you?”
    She looks taken aback. “I don’t have anything glittery, shimmering, sparkling, or twinkling on me. I know that for a fact.”
    I give a pressing glance at her clunky boots.
    When she tracks my gaze, her eyes narrow. “Dammit, Carrie Lynn, why do you have to put glitter on everything?”
    “I didn’t mean to put it on your shoes,” Carrie Lynn protests. “It must’ve leaked out of one of the suitcases.”
    Emersyn, Evan, and I stare at a trail of glitter that goes from the bumper to the inside of the SUV where the suitcases are piled. Then Evan reaches in and lifts up a bright pink bag with hearts on it. Glitter leaks from the bottom and floats to the floor.
    “Darn it, the bin must’ve leaked,” Carrie Lynn says as she sends a text. “I’ll be right back. Stacey’s having a shoe crisis. Too many shoes, not enough bags.”
    Once she’s in the house, I turn to Emersyn and Evan. “Anyone else worried about the bin of glitter she’s bringing?”
    “Not as worried as I am about this schedule she has planned.” Emersyn pulls a repulsed face at the glitter. “And how the