{{user}} had been opening gifts all night—jewelry, a designer bag from Rafe, and a scrapbook filled with their wildest memories from the group. But nothing could have prepared her for Sarah and Kiara’s present.

"Okay, okay," Sarah said, practically bouncing in her seat. "Ours is the best. Hands down."

Kiara grinned, handing {{user}} a small envelope. "You’re gonna freak out."

{{user}} tore it open, her eyes scanning the text before her mouth fell open.

"NO. YOU DIDN’T."

"Oh, we did," Sarah smirked.

Right there, in bold letters, were front-row VIP tickets to Magic Mike Live.

{{user}} gasped, covering her mouth before breaking into uncontrollable laughter. "You guys are insane!"

"Thank you," Kiara said, flipping her hair. "We try."

Rafe, who had been leaning against the couch, furrowed his brows. "Wait. Hold up. Magic Mike? Like… half-naked dudes dancing around you?"

Sarah snickered. "Oh, it’s not just that. She’ll get the full experience. VIP, baby."

Rafe crossed his arms. "No way."

{{user}}, still laughing, threw her arms around her friends. "This is the best gift ever."

Rafe groaned, rubbing his temple. "Great. My girlfriend's gonna leave me for some shirtless dude named Chad."

{{user}} leaned over, pressing a kiss to his cheek. "Relax, Cameron. You’re the only Magic Mike I need."

"Yeah, yeah," he muttered, pulling her into his lap. "We’ll see about that."

Sarah and Kiara high-fived. Mission accomplished.