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Sophia took a sip of her coffee before putting it back down to think aloud. “Luka is weird. But also, kind of a blank canvas. You know what I’d do?” She drummed her nails on the arm of the chair. “I’d make him work for it. Literally. Like, do you want to keep your hot fiancée? Earn it, you little perv. Put him through the ringer.”
Anna laughed, then grinned despite herself. “That’s evil.”
Sophia shrugs, utterly unbothered. “It’s self-care. Besides, he obviously doesn’t mind the humiliation, Anna. Don’t make it weird—make it yours.” She took another sip of her coffee. “Anyway. The Bachelorette party is next weekend. Should we invite him?”
Anna raised both eyebrows. “You want to invite Luka to my bachelorette party?”
Sophia leaned forward flashing a menacing smile. “I mean, not as a guest,” she said. “As staff. we’ll designate him the… sissy-in-service. He could dress up for us.”
Anna covered her mouth to stifle a laugh, but it came out in a burst anyway. “God. you can’t be serious Soph.”
“I am,” Sophia said with a firmness that surprised even herself. “I can’t keep a secret from the rest of the girls, Anna. Especially not this.” She licked her lips, smirking. “I give it three shots before I’d tell all of them. Let’s just get ahead of it and make it… theater.”
Anna tried processing Sophia’s suggestion. “You want to out him to everyone.”
Sophia’s grin widened. “Picture it, Anna. Seven women, a full bar, male strippers, and your own little sissy fiancé pouring the drinks.” She snaped her fingers. “Unforgettable.”
Anna let herself bask in the mental image for a moment, then shook her head. “It’s too much. He’d freak.”
Sophia shrugged, she pulled out her phone and started to type. “Luka doesn’t get a choice, babe,” Sophia said, fingers flying on her phone. “That’s the point. We set the terms.” She finished a text and looked up, eyes blazing with madcap intent and the digital swoosh announced the sent message. “Done!" she said.
Anna looked at her friend, half in horror, half in awe. “Did you just text Luka?”
Sophia’s smirk was sinful. “Anna, babe, you should thank me. As Maid of Honor, planning the bachelorette is my literal job. And I promise—this will be the most unforgettable party you’ve ever had.”
"Wait, what did you say to him?" Anna’s voice was half panicked, half delighted, an adrenaline spike from the sudden lack of control.
Sophia angled her phone so Anna could glance at the screen: the message already delivered, a cheerful little checkmark gloating at the bottom. It read: “Hey Lulu! Don’t make weekend plans. Anna’s bachelorette is girls only, but we need a sissy who takes special requests. You’ll be perfect. I’ll pick you up Friday to go shopping. Xoxo Soph.”
Anna felt the surge that came with being swept by someone else’s momentum. The little panic she felt was replaced by a strange delight; yes, it was shocking, but also—hadn’t she always craved a little more chaos. Anna shook her head, burying laughter. “You’re the worst. Seriously.”
Sophia waved it away. “He’s getting off easy. But if he does want to make a fuss, we can always hand him over to be a fluffer for the strippers,” Sophia quipped with a wicked smile.
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