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my dress, my bare skin peeking through.
    “Oh no,” Julie, 103’s PA declared as she prodded the material, inspecting the tear closely. Julie, in her late fifties, had joined the group about eighteen months ago as their PA but she had soon evolved into their substitute mother, from cleaning up after them, to cooking for them on the tour bus. She practically did everything for them but they each loved her immensely. “Take it off, quickly,” she insisted with a mad flap of her hands. “I’ll put a couple of stitches in it.”
    She pulled at the hem before I had chance to respond. I lifted my arms obediently as she slid it over my head, rolling my eyes when I stood in just a strapless bra and slim knickers. She bustled into the corner, pulling a sewing kit from her bag of tricks. She kept everything in there, but no one was ever allowed in to sneak a peek at her goodies. It was the only thing she refused to share with the group and their WAG’s.
    I shivered in response to the cool air that touched my naked skin when Spirit opened the balcony doors, a flood of screams filtering into the room from the fans when they witnessed a quick flash of the bride. “Bloody hell it’s hot in here,” she groaned as a trickle of sweat slid down the back of her neck.
    Brandon murmured from a crib in the corner of the room. Spirit turned to go to him before Julie lifted a hand, placing my dress over the arm of the chair to go to him. Turned out she was nanny too. “Don’t you dare, this little rum one has a habit of vomiting like something out of the exorcist.” She narrowed her eyes on Spirit, daring her to move, before turning back to Brandon, her expression softening immediately. “Don’t you little man? Hmm?”
    I chuckled at Spirit’s quick tongue action, although I knew she loved Julie like a mother too.
    “I dunno,” Janey said, stepping out of the bathroom, the noise of the toilet flush behind her as she pulled the mass of material from her bridesmaid dress back down around her legs. “A splash of toxic green might be quite fetching.” Her gaze found mine and she smiled suggestively, her eyes lighting as they took in my bare state. “Fuck, Zo. Love your outfit, babe.”
    Janey had finally been open about her sexual preference for girls around ten months ago. She was a pretty girl, and had immediately set out trying to get me into bed now that she had nothing to hide. Of course I had submitted and we’d had a few crazy nights together, but it was just fun, and we were both happy with that. I knew she was in love with Spirit, although Spirit was never to know. I’d felt for her the night we’d had too much to drink and she’d told me, her tears as fierce as a turbulent tsunami. I’d held her as tight as I could trying to alleviate her ache, and since then we had developed a close friendship. In fact, all the girls associated with the 103 boys were close, most of us getting together at least once a week. I loved them all and I would miss each of them immensely when I left for Miami.
    “Although,” she continued, “you’re still wearing too much for my liking.”
    Spirit slapped her on the arm but laughed. “Leave my friends alone.” Her eyes swung to mine before she winked. “Well at least until after the wedding then you can have your fun under the mass of material they’re passing as tablecloths in this bloody palace.”
    Janey narrowed her eyes on Spirit, knowing it was a dig at her wedding organisation. “Spirit, you deserve the most beautiful place on this planet to grace your wedding day. If you wouldn’t go abroad like I’d suggested then this place was the next best thing.”
    Spirit smiled warmly and brushed a light kiss over Janey’s cheek. “I know, and you have no idea how grateful I am for what you’ve done for me, Janey. I know…” She gulped and I tensed, my eyes widening on what should have been a private moment between them. “I’m just sorry I can’t love you like you love me,