1 Bad Feeling

I didn't really want to go to this bachelor party, even if it was specially held for me. I got into the cab and leaned out of the window to watch Abraham's figure fade away. He stayed where he was until I couldn't see him anymore.

Although we're getting married tomorrow and will be spending a lot of time together in the future, I still want to spend all my spare time with him. If it weren't for Rachel's calls to get me out of the house, I would still be lying on his arm, enjoying the sense of security and belonging that his warm, strong muscles give me.

The party wasn't far away. I felt like I'd only been thinking about how Abraham would be like tomorrow for a little while before I arrived. The moment I got out of the car, my heart suddenly tightened. The intense pain sucked all the energy out of me and I fell to the ground without any warning.

The driver quickly got out of the car to help me up and asked if I needed to call an ambulance.

I was in a daze. I didn't know why, but I suddenly felt that I was going to lost something important.

The first person I thought of was Abraham. I immediately took out my phone, wanting to call him. Before I could even did anything, I was sober.

I heard voices around me and saw the driver's anxious face. All of a sudden, I was stuck wondering what had just happened.

"Miss, how are you?"

"I'm fine, thank you." I put my phone away. If I just called Abraham like that, he would be worried about my heart. Thankfully, I haven't called him yet.

There was still a faint uneasiness in my heart even when my condition was already normal. An indescribable uneasiness.

Rachel and the others were as cliché as ever, setting the party at the karaoke place she owned. When I found the private room and walked through the door, a cylinder of confetti shot out and sprayed all over me.

"Wow! Congratulations on getting married!" Rachel took pictures with her phone, and a dozen people applauded while welcoming me.

Sara walked over to me with the microphone and handed it to me. She then said to everyone, "Quick, select a song for the bride. 'Happy Breakup'!"

Everyone burst out laughing. I glared at Sara, and Alice rushed over to pull me back. "Come on, gorgeous. You haven't had dinner yet, right? Have something to eat first."

Sara smiled. "You shouldn't be eating. The bride has to put up a performance today, or else she won't be able to leave!"

Performance? I had already expected it. In order to get out of this perfectly, I already prepared for it. "Ordinary songs surely won't satisfy everyone. I'll perform a high note. Is there anyone who wants to challenge me?"

Sara immediately raised her hand. "Me! And all of us. Let's sing together. Your voice must surpass ours in order to pass. Are you up for it?"

I couldn't help but frown. It was definitely challenging, but everyone was eager to try. I had no choice but to bite the bullet and try the high notes for the song 'Hello'.

Holding the microphone in my hand, the accompaniment started. I tried to make the starting point lower before I started singing.

But to my surprise, Sara started singing before I could even open my mouth. She turned the pitch really high up, and when I picked up the second verse, I had a difficult time singing.

Gradually, their voices rose higher and higher. From time to time, they would let me sing while they drink water and rest, but I had to keep singing from start to end.

At the end of the song, in order not to embarrass myself, I ruthlessly sang at the top of my lungs. The room was filled with cheers and clapping, but when I finished singing, I felt my throat go hoarse and my body go limp.

Just as I was about to take a good rest, I felt someone wrap their arms around my waist. Their hands kept moving up and down. The next second, someone pressed against me from behind, their hips swaying from side to side as if they were going to have a hot dance.

I quickly turned around to see who it was, but I didn't recognize the person.

I was furious. "Are you at the wrong place?"

Sara laughed loudly once she saw me. "He's at the right place. He's the sexy dancer I mentioned to you the other time. Isn't he handsome? Come on, let's dance!"

Someone then switched to a sexy dance song, and people around us began to hoot. Alice then gave me a shove, pushing me right into the arms of a male sexy dancer.

He wrapped his arms around me and leaned down to whisper in my ear. "I've heard about you for a long time. You're even better looking than I imagined. There's no need to feel nervous. I'll dance with you."

His voice was very light, and his hand quickly slid up my back.

Feeling slightly offended, I broke away from his embrace. But someone pushed me right back almost immediately. This time, he directly squeezed my hip, and I couldn't take it anymore. I jerked away from him.

The atmosphere became a little awkward, so I could only say, "I'm a little tired from singing just now. I just want to rest."

Sara said, "This is our last bachelor night. We'll have plenty of time to rest in the future."

Rachel saw my unhappy expression and retorted, "It only takes me one look to tell that you're single. Can't you tell that Emma's not cherishing her last moments of being single at all? Look at her, I can tell that she's dying to get married."

I smiled and couldn't help but hug Rachel. "You know me best."

Rachel made everyone have fun by themselves and pulled me into a corner to rest.

Everyone felt a little disappointed, but they were afraid that I would really get angry, so they didn't ask me to do anything.

In the noisy environment, Rachel looked at me silently. Her silence was especially piercing.

I suddenly felt uncomfortable and took the initiative to break the awkward silence. "Rachel, you can still look for me anytime in the future."

Rachel took a sip of her wine. She wanted to pour it for me, but when she raised her hand halfway, she suddenly pulled back. "Forget it. Don't drink. You have lots to do tomorrow."

I took Rachel's hand. "You should drink less too."

"Just let me be." Rachel's eyes were filled with sparkles. "I'm so happy that you're marrying someone you love. You're really lucky to have met each other. The word 'match made in heaven' is the perfect word for the two of you!"

"You'll find the one for you too." I had sympathy for Rachel. A man just hurt her feelings not too long ago. He cheated on her with two other women while spending their money without any remorse.

Rachel froze for a moment. She was reminded of her ex, but she smiled. "Let's not talk about that. Let's talk about something else. Hmm… Did you see the news today? Someone took a picture of a werewolf. Although the picture is blurry, I can tell from the outline that it's a werewolf."