The bachelorette party was organized in secret, or at least they tried. But on a ranch where the main source of information was a chicken who understood everything, "secret" was a relative term.
"Surprise!" Chloe shouted when I opened the cabin door and found her, Rosa, and the little old ladies on the porch, all dressed in colorful clothes and holding balloons.
"Do you really think this is a surprise?" I laughed. "Fiona spent the whole afternoon clucking by the window."
"That chicken ratted us out?" Rosa huffed. "I'm confiscating her little bow."
"I think she'd like to see you try."
Chloe pulled me by the arm, completely ignoring my huge belly as if it were invisible.
"Come, come, come! The party's at the lake and there's food, drinks, stories, and…" she lowered her voice, "the litt
