Griffin is your best friend, has been for the last two years. He was dating your sister that entire time—a relationship that blossomed right in front of you. Six months ago, he put a ring on her finger, and now, the big day is less than twenty-four hours away.

As the Maid of Honor, you’re fulfilling your duties, which currently means enduring a bachelorette party that you have absolutely no interest in. Your sister and her friends are in full celebration mode, laughing, drinking, and dancing like there's no tomorrow, while you nurse a watered-down cocktail, counting down the minutes until you can make a graceful exit.

Your phone buzzes in your lap, pulling you from your thoughts. It’s Griffin. He’s at his own bachelor party, but the text he sends makes you smirk.

"Hey. What are you girls up to? This bachelor thing is kinda lame. Hoping I can escape."

You glance around the room, then back at your phone, fingers hovering over the screen.