A/N: Okay, guys, it's official. The story's ending soon and there are only 2 more chapters to go (1 official ending + 1 Epilogue) and a chapter featuring an author's note.

The weeks soon passed and before I know it, it's the day before my wedding.

And the day whereby my bachelorette party takes place.

"Can you please tell me where the heck we're going?" I demand as Evelyn, Zoe and Marilyn lead me into the car.

"Duh, it's a secret." Marilyn rolls her eyes.

"You guys had better not bring me somewhere where I will get a heart attack." I narrow my eyes and try to do a mean expression. "I'm pregnant, mind you."

"Ya-da-, ya-da, you've been reminding us at least fifty times a day," Zoe laughs.

"I did not," I retort. "I'm going to call Ed and ask him to accompany me now."

Evelyn snatches my phone away and frown. "Chloe, don't you know the rules? You're supposed to have a bachelorette party with us girls while Ed goes for his stag night with Derek, Berry and Fred."

It was my turn to roll my eyes. Strangely, during the wedding preparations, Ed apparently went through some male-bonding with Derek, Barry and Fred and they are best buddies now. Of course, it goes without saying that it's weird to bond with your "boss" in Derek's and Fred's case but hey, they are guys which explains why they are weird.

"You know what, guys," I begin.

"Gals," Zoe corrected me.

"Fine, gals," I say sarcastically. "Why don't you drop me off at my house and I can spend the rest of my day watching Glee so I won't be too tired tomorrow and fall asleep during my actual wedding."

"Na-ah," Marilyn replies from her driver's seat. "You ain't going to get past us."

I'm getting a little squeamish. With Marilyn's and Zoe's craziness, I shudder to think what they have in stall for me. Even Evelyn seems a little crazed too. I mean, seriously, I'm supposed to be the bride here. I'm SUPPOSED to be the excited one.

Maybe it's because wedding preparations have worn me out. I feel super tired and I just want to sleep honestly. I want to snuggle up to Ed in bed but the rules say that we're not allowed to see each other until at the altar.

"We're here!" Marilyn proclaims excitedly.

"Finall-" I begin and stop, completely and utterly shocked.

A neon sign flickers, displaying the words, "Cruz's Strip Club." No, no, no.

"We're..seriously not going to a strip club right?" I ask weakly. Maybe we're just pulling over for petrol. Yes, that must be it. They can't be crazy enough t-

"Yup, we totally are," Zoe exclaims, her eyes lighting up. "Gosh, it has been a long time since I got to go to a strip club."

"Yea, I remember some pretty cool strip parties we had," Marilyn snorts.

I'm having a headache right now. "I'm not kidding guys," I say. "I don't feel like going to a strip club. Especially now."

Zoe peers at my face and she raises her eyebrows. "Is it because you've never been to a strip club?"

I shake my head. I've been to plenty actually back in my wild, teenage years. But I'm going to be a married woman now. I'm not going to go ogle at other guys when I've my own husband, thank-you very much.

"What will Ed think if he hears of this?" I ask.

"He won't mind," Evelyn adds in. "Anyway, he will be going to a strip club as well so you guys might as well call it quits."

"What?" I sit up and stare at my best friend. "How dare he!"

"Don't get your knickers into a twist," Marilyn chimes in. "Trust us. All guys go to strip clubs for their stag night. Now, it's your turn to have some fun!"

Evelyn pushes me out of the car and the four of us stride up to the bouncer who's a tall, imposing black guy wearing dark shades.

"Hey," Marilyn coos. "Can we get by here?"

The bouncer doesn't respond. He looks at Marilyn from top to bottom and grunts with approval.

"You can go in," he mutters and gives Marilyn a wink.

I resist rolling my eyes as we all shuffle into the club. It's all dark inside and there are a lot of people, mainly giggly middle-aged women. Geez, I wonder if Mum would act this way if she was here.

Evelyn goes off to order the drinks while we shuffle to our table. She returns and hands me the only non-alcoholic drink. I sip my orange juice morosely until this flamboyant-looking man stands on the bar-top and shouts loudly, "Ladies, ladies, we will have our first performance tonight!"

"Geez, I totally can't wait," I whisper sarcastically but as usual, no one's listening. Everyone, including Evelyn, is staring at the bar-top as this guy dressed as a cowboy comes striding across the stage.

Oh no, oh no.

"Do it baby!" Some middle-aged lady screams from the table next to us. She whistles and the cowboy model winks at her.

Geez, what's happening to women of our generation? I turn to Evelyn to joke about her until I found out she's practically drooling. Okay.

As some dancing music comes on, the cowboy starts whipping off his shirt before throwing it into the crowd. Marilyn catches it and she whoops loudly, "I GOT IT ! I GOT IT! "

"Chill man," I mutter. "Get a grip." But of course, no one's listening to me. They all seem to be on drugs.

The cowboy starts taking his jeans off and Zoe shrieks, "TAKE IT OFF! TAKE IT OFF!"

I mean seriously? I thought we were supposed to be grown women for goodness sake.

Within a second, the cowboy throws his jeans and instincitvely I catch it. He winks at me flirtatiously before proceeding to do more stripping.

"OH MY! YOU GOT HIS JEANS! YOU GOT HIS FREAKING JEANS! I ONLY GOT HIS SHIRT!" Marilyn started screaming.

Ew, gross. The jeans smell as if they haven't been washed for weeks. I prefer Ed's ones. He always smells good.

"You can have it if you want." I thrust it at her and got off the barstool.

"Where are you going?" Evelyn asks dazedly. She seems to have had too many martinis.

"I need a breather," I mutter as I dart out of the cigarettes-infested lounge and go out for some fresh air.

Only the bouncer's outside and he doesn't take any notice of me. I take out my phone and dial Ed's number. As the phone rings, I suffer a seizure of panic. What if Ed, unlike me, is enjoying his time at the strip club? What if some hot chick is rubbing herself against him? Oh gosh, oh gosh.

Ed answers on the first ring. "Hello?" he sounds irritated.

Is he irritated because I interrupted his strip club session? I'm almost in tears to be honest.

"Ed," I croak out.

"Chloe!" he says, relieved. "How's your bachelorette party? My stag night was horrible. I never knew Derek and Fred were such horny guys. Berry's the only sane one and he's half-drunk."

"Mine was horrible too," I burst out. "I thought you would enjoy the strip club and the hot girls."

"You silly girl," Ed sighs. "I was actually worried for you. I thought you would dump me after seeing all those hot Mexican guys. To be honest, the girls here aren't hot and they are extremely disgusting. One girl even asked whether I wanted to do "it" with her. What a ludicrous joke."

"It's funny," I mutter. "These parties are supposed to be for us to celebrate our last night for singlehood. But somehow, I can't wait to get married."

"Me too." Ed laughs. He then says slowly. "I have an idea."

"What?"

"I'm not sure if you will mind though."

"To be honest, I'm stuck alone on the streets all cold and shivering. Any alternative is better than this."

"I say that I fetch you and we return to my apartment," he says in a flirtatious voice. "And we will see how the night goes."

"Oh really?" I say huskily. "That's just what I've in mind too."

I think you can guess how my night went.