Georgia's POV
I didn't expect the night before my wedding to feel like this—warm, chaotic, and filled with so much laughter it could rival the sound of the waves outside.
Golden Sands Private Resort looked like a dream. The villa shimmered under fairy lights that the girls insisted on hanging, transforming the place into something between a bridal suite and a beach-party movie set.
Earlier today, the wedding team spoiled us with a full spa treatment, massages, and a facial so luxurious I nearly fell asleep mid-scrub. The plan was to relax and sleep early.
But of course, Ella and Vicky had other plans.
"Careful with that cork, Jenny!" Vicky shouted just as a bottle of champagne popped like a gunshot. The cork shot across the room, narrowly missing Bella's perfectly styled hair.
"AHH!" Bella screeched, clutching her glass to her chest like it was a newborn. "Woman, you almost decapitated me!"
Jenny doubled over laughing. "Relax, Bella! You're fine!"
