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There are very few girls who have never been in the room, where they weren't the prettiest. Sara was one of those girls.
Everything had always just come to her, exactly as she wants it. She grew up in a modest home, to a modest family, of modest means. She was always going to end up more.
And she always did the right thing. Perfect attendance, perfect grades, perfect everything. Captain of the cheerleading squad. Prom queen. All of it.
And she always dated the right boy. The nice boy. The sweet boy. The boy with a future.
All her friends went through asshole after asshole. Not Sara. She only dated the guys you could take home to mom.
So it was no surprise when she turned up with Trevor. He was on his way to Harvard Medical when they met, and they dated all through his studies. Now that he was well on his way to being a surgeon, they were getting married.
She'd only need to use her marketing degree for a short time longer, and then she could do whatever she wanted. Stay at home. Volunteer. Hang out with the other doctor's wives at the country club.
It didn't hurt that Trevor's family owned half of New England. It was a dream life, all laid out before her.
The wedding was going to be beyond her wildest dreams, but first, the bachelorette party.
Her mother-in-law-to-be offered to fly her and her friends to London or Paris, but her friends from home had no interest. Instead, they were off to Nashville, for one last single girls weekend.
Sara did give in, however, when her in-laws demanded they pay for the biggest suite in the hotel, just for her. They wanted her getting used to the finer things.
And so, a few weeks before the big weekend, the girls were all off, to Music City USA.
After checking in, they decided to head down to Broadway and get dinner. The girls were all dressed in their skimpy little dresses, heels or boots, and their matching bachelorette sashes. Sara wore a skin tight white dress, with her pink sash. Her best friend told her she was going to drive every man they saw completely insane.
But first, they gathered in her room for some gifts. Continuing the parade of cliches, all the girls bought her the sluttiest lingerie she'd ever seen. She didn't really own anything like it.
And she didn't have the heart to tell them, she wasn't sure she'd ever wear it.
The last present was from everyone, a bright pink vibrator. They all laughed and cheered when she opened it.
"You're going to be married now, so you're really going to need that now!" someone joked.
As they sat at dinner, "girl talk" ran rampant. All the ladies were talking about their husbands or boyfriends, going on and on in the most obvious way about their sex lives. The conversation turned to how often they had an orgasm, with half the girls going on about faking it, to make their man feel better.
Her made of honor nudged her at one point. "I bet Trevor makes you cum real good. He's SO HOT."
Sara laughed and shrugged. There were a lot of things that were true about Trevor, but sexual prowess wasn't one of them.
Not that Sara minded. That wasn't what she was with him for. She was
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