Dimitri raised his bottle. “To the bachelorette party, which is much more fun than the bachelors,” he smirked at my guys. I playfully rolled my eyes as they chuckled before everyone took the equivalent of a shot from their bottles. Grimacing, I got the alcohol shivers as I swallowed. Everyone else seemed unbothered by the foul taste, but they’d been drinking for like a million years. “My God, we really are her bachelorettes,” Ramsey realized, taking another drink. “And here I thought you asked us to watch over her for the night because of your term,” he joked.
