"Listen to me, Bryce..." Blair whispered in a very low voice when she was in the suite of the Plaza Hotel, surrounded by the makeup artists.

"Excuse me, people..." she said to the makeup artists and hairstylists who went away leaving the two of the friends.

"What is it?" Bryce asked sipping the glass of her wine as she was comfortably leaning back on the seat, wearing a bathrobe.

Blair's hair was half tied up while the rest let loose on her both sides of the shoulders.

"By the way, you are going to make a very pretty bride," the best friend complimented when Blair rolled her eyes as she hushed her up.

"Shut up and listen to me..." Blair said when she continued, "I can't conceive..."

"What do you want to conceive anyway?" Bryce asked with a narrowed brow and Blair, again, rolled her eyes.

"Are you drunk, already?" she asked with an irritated face and Bryce nodded saying, "Because it's my best friend's fucking wedding."

"Also, sh

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