Yours Completely (Billionaires and Brides 1)

“It's just so... sparkly.” Ella looked in the mirror and needed sunglasses. Purple sequins the size of silver dollars flashed and gleamed on the strapless, tight dress. “I feel like a disco ball.”

“A sexy disco ball,” Gwen corrected. She handed Ella a tube of lipstick. “Here, put this on. It'll look great on you.”

“It's a bachelorette party,” Clarissa added stepping into the bathroom. Her hair and makeup was already flawless, but she messed with it anyway. “We're all supposed to look like sexy objects tonight.”

“What sexy object are you?” Gwen asked, looking at her in the mirror. “A wine glass?”

Clarissa's dress was bright red, skin tight and her legs looked about a million miles long. Her dark hair spilled around her shoulders and her lashes looked long enough to start a windstorm.

“Yup, and you in that gold dress and red hair are a sexy, sexy Christmas tree ornament,” Clarissa replied with a grin.

“What does that make me?” Madelyn asked, putting in a pair of sparkly earrings as she walked in. She wore a short white lace dress that showed off every single inch of her curves. It was a good thing the bathroom was huge. All four of them barely fit in the mirror.

“A sexy cloud,” Gwen answered. Clarissa laughed.

“So, we have a cloud, a disco ball, a wine glass, and an ornament,” Madelyn said, ticking off each one on her fingers. “All those lampshades and shoes better watch out.”

Ella giggled. She felt honored to be included among these friends. Technically, this was a second bachelorette party, as Madelyn had one last week in the city. That event had made the papers. This was a low-key celebration just for friends. They were going to a local bar and having a good time. The goal was to get tipsy, but not so drunk that any of them would be hung over tomorrow.

Ella was glad for the night out. It was the perfect excuse to get away from the inn for a little bit, and more importantly get her mind off of a certain soon-to-be-married gentleman. She still couldn't get over how embarrassed she was that the groom had caught her in a wedding dress.

The phone buzzed in the other room and Madelyn hurried to answer it.

“Okay girls, the car's here. Everyone ready?” she called out. “We're out of champagne here anyway.”

“As ready as we're going to be,” Gwen answered. She grabbed the lipstick out of Ella's hand and pursed her lips. “Let me help you.”

Ella held still as Gwen applied a hypnotic shade of red to her lips. It was far more than Ella usually wore and her lips began to feel heavy.

“Much better.” Gwen grinned at her. “Look.”

Ella turned to the mirror and gasped. The woman looking back at her was some sort of rich party girl, not a penny-saving maid. It was magic.

“Woah,” Ella whispered.

“You clean up nicely,” Gwen commented, grinning widely. “Do not let me catch you wiping that off. It looks good.”

Ella nodded, still staring at the woman in the mirror.

“Are you two coming or what?” Clarissa asked, poking her head back into the bathroom. “The car's leaving with or without you.”

Gwen laughed and grabbed Ella's arm, and together the four women ran out to meet the car.

***

The four girls finished off the bottle of champagne in the limo on the way over to the small bar just a few miles from the inn. It was a local hot spot, but Ella doubted anyone would recognize any of them. It was a prefect place to celebrate and not worry too much about the paparazzi. It helped that she knew two security guards were shadowing their every move.

The bar was crowed and noisy, yet a path to a table magically parted for the four girls in short skirts and sparkles. Madelyn wore a short veil in her dark hair as well as a sash proclaiming she was a bride. Ella tried not to strut too much as she walked to the table, knowing that they were most certainly the hottest women in the bar that night. And given how much her dress was sparkling, she was going to at least act like she believed it.

A waitress took their drink orders quickly and hurried off to the bar to fill them as the four girls grinned at one another. The live band was just getting on stage to warm up, and Gwen looked ready to dance.

“I love this song!” Gwen cried as the band began their first piece. She grabbed Clarissa's hand and pulled her up. “You two, save our drinks. We'll be back!”

“We'll drink them and just order you more,” Ella quipped, the buzz of champagne from the limo in her head. If they kept drinking at this pace, their goal of just “tipsy” would quickly change into “just able to stand in the morning.”

Gwen laughed and tugged Clarissa out onto the dance floor, where the two of them began shaking their hips and having a grand time. Of course, the drinks arrived as soon as they were out dancing, but it looked like they didn't care.

“Ella, I want to thank you for coming tonight,” Madelyn said, sipping on her drink. Her eyes were glossy from alcohol, but her words were still clear. “I know we just met you, but it feels like I've known you forever.”