MINE.

JENNA

I’ve never been so damn happy to be getting into my car. My cousin’s wedding was a godawful, five-hour-long event that I was forced to attend because for some strange reason she wanted me to be a bridesmaid—one of eight bridesmaids.

Did I mention my cousin is a stripper?

She thought it would be adorable if all her bridesmaids looked like they’d just stepped of the damn stage. The only thing this wedding was missing is some stripper poles and dollars in our G-strings—the ones that are painfully obvious through our short, see-through dresses. I’ve never had so many male eyeballs on me at one time, and I...