<strong>Miranda</strong><br/><br/>“I sure hope he’s a guest,” Miranda replied with a devious smile, walking towards Eliza to get a better look at the handsome hunk. It hadn’t even dawned on her that Sandra would order a stripper considering how the party already seemed to be moving, but it was almost a tradition to order a stripper for the bride-to-be or groom-to-be.<br/><br/>Avery already seemed to have loosened up quite a bit after a piece of the cake. It seemed like she would certainly enjoy the festivities now. Miranda laughed quietly herself, floating on her own little drug-induced cloud of happiness, “That’s some great cake, Eliza. You’re a great cook.” She winked at Eliza.