~Tasha's POV~
I stepped off the plane in Las Vegas, the dry heat hitting me like a slap from an old lover...familiar but intense. My best friends, Mel, Jess, and Lena, were already buzzing with energy, their laughter echoing through the terminal as we grabbed our bags. It was my bachelorette weekend, the last hurrah before I tied the knot with Mark in three months.
At 28, I felt like I was on the edge of something huge, but tonight? Tonight was about letting loose, about being the wild Tasha everyone knew in college, not the responsible fiancée planning centerpieces.
We piled into a stretch limo outside McCarran Airport, the driver popping open a bottle of champagne before we'd even buckled up.
'To Tasha, the bride-to-be who's about to get arrested for being too damn hot!' Mel shouted
