Capítulo 5: Vegas, Baby!
Ring. Ring. Ring.
I groaned, pulling the comforter over my head to drown out the constant ringing phone. Chrissy and I got back to her place way too late, and I'm pretty sure that this phone is ringing at an ungodly hour on a Sunday.
Chrissy grumbled as I heard her fumble around for her phone. She got the ringing to stop by answering it. "What?" Her voice cracked. "Raquel...are you serious? Are you even human?"
I felt something hit my back.
"It's Raquel. Talk some sense into her." Chrissy mumbled. "I'm going to the bathroom." I felt her roll out of the bed and heard her leave the room.
I sighed and pulled the covers down. I looked around for the phone and put it to my ear. "Raquel?"
"Val! Let's meet up at the country club!" Raquel sounded happy and wide awake, without even a trace of a hangover.
"What? Are you nuts..?" I checked the time. "It's only 8am. They don't open for brunch until 9. I'm going back to sleep."
"No! Wait!" She yelled.
I pulled the phone away from my ear. "What now?"
"We've got to start planning my wedding." She explained. "Alex's visa doesn't give us a lot of time. Come on! I'll treat you two to an endless mimosa brunch. It'll cure your hangover and make you feel better. We can talk venues, color schemes, and dresses! It'll be fun! Pleaseeeee. Do this for me?"
Great...the three things I don't want to talk about. "You'll pay for brunch..?" My stomach made the ultimate decision.
"Of course! It's the least I can do! I'll meet you girls there at nine!" She hung up, knowing I was already pulled in by the thought of food and alcohol.
"That didn't sound like you talking sense into her." Chrissy was back in her room. She looked down at me sprawled out on her bed. "Why did it sound like you were bought over by such simple things?"
"Cuz I'm a simple girl." I tossed her phone closer to her and got out from the tangle of sheets. "My turn to go pee. You better start getting ready. Raquel wants us to be there when it opens."
Chrissy groaned. "Then I need to shower. I'm not going to the country club like this." She followed me to the bathroom she shared with her roommates.
She didn't hesitate to undress in front of me even though she knew it made me feel awkward. Then she got in the shower and started to make it foggy with the steam of a hot shower.
With her out of the way, I had the space to sit down and pee.
"Are you going to wear last night's clothes?" Chrissy asked.
I finished my business before answering. "Nah. It probably reeks of alcohol and smoke. I'll just look through your closet for something decent. Have you dry-cleaned any of your dresses lately?"
"Yep! Just got some back on Friday after work. Take your pick."
I washed my face at the sink and brushed my teeth with a spare toothbrush she kept in the drawer for me. "Alright, better hurry it up." I told her before leaving for her room.
"Uh huh."
In Chrissy's room, I went to the closet and started to look at her dresses. If I was home, I would stick to something like a pantsuit or a romper to wear to the country club. I usually didn't like to wear dresses unless they had pockets.
Chrissy's wardrobe was way girlier and had a much more feminine vibe than my own. I don't even think she owns a pair of yoga pants. With our major height difference, the only thing I could borrow was her summer type dresses. I found something with a floral pattern and put it on.
The weather has been a little on the cool side since it was only March in Southern California. I rummaged through her closet until I found a cardigan I could wear with it.
Chrissy was back after her shower in record time. She also picked a dress, put on a solid olive green dress that went to her feet. Something I could never wear unless I got it hemmed. She spent more time on her makeup than her shower, making sure it was perfect before putting on her shoes. "You're going like that?"
I looked down at my outfit. "Yea. Not bad, right?" I slipped on some sandals, thankful that despite the height difference, we had the same size feet.
"It's not bad...it's just...you look like your 12. Are you going to do any makeup? Maybe fix up your hair?" She told me.
"Chrissy, pay attention." I grabbed a hair tie and pulled my messy hair into a low bun. I had some baby hairs to frame my face. "Ta-dah!"
She rolled her eyes. "And you wonder why you're single..."
"I shouldn't have to wear makeup whenever I leave the house." I told her, grabbing my small purse. "And I don't wonder. It's currently a personal choice."
"So you claim." She snorted.
I ordered an Uber for a ride to the country club and we left together. We made it in good time, right at nine. Raquel was a step ahead though. She was already seated at a table with the mimosas poured. She immediately got up and hugged both of us.
She squealed. "So, I know I said I wanted your input on venues, but I've narrowed it down to a city!"
"To a city?" Chrissy asked as we took our seats. "Are you trying to do a destination wedding or something local?"
"Well, since we're getting hitched with a small amount of time, wouldn't it make sense to do a Vegas wedding?" She grinned like the maniac she was.
"I think you've been watching too many movies." I accused. "The only people that get married in Vegas are-" I stopped myself when I saw her hurt expression. "Okay fine, I like Vegas."
She turned to Chrissy.
Chrissy lifted her glass of mimosa. "As long as you promise it isn't one of those cheesy Elvis weddings." She shivered.
Raquel raised both hands in excitement. "Vegas, baby!"
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