Those seated on the far edge of the restaurant began to scream, nearly pushing over tables and children to get away. Wineglasses broke and silverware clanged on the floor. A pineapple-shaped hurricane was knocked over, rolled off a table, and broke. Bom rolled her eyes at the twenty or so people gathered a few tables over. “Christ on the cross, people! It’s just a little rain!”

The waitstaff and hostesses scrambled to release the rolled-up walls of the outdoor restaurant.

“And you were grumbling because we didn’t have an ocean view,” Harin teased.

“Yeah, those snobby es aren’t smirking now, are they?” Bom said, nodded and smiling to the six-pack of blondes now huddling and wet.

“Knock it off, Bommie. You’ve had one too many glasses of wine,” I said.

“I’m on vacation, and it’s a bachelorette party. I’m supposed to be drunk.”

I patted her hand. “That would be fine if you weren’t a mean drunk.”

“ you, , I am not a mean drunk.” I glared at her, and she winked at me and smiled. “Just kiddin’.”

Harin let her fork fall to her plate. “I’m stuffed. Now what?”

Bom pulled a small three-ring binder from her purse with a devious grin. It had small, foam letters glued to the front that read JIYONG & DARA and our wedding date. “Now we play a game.”

“What kind of game?” I asked, wary.

She opened the binder. “Since Hyuna couldn’t be here until tomorrow, she made you this,” she said, turning the front over to read the words painted on the front. “The What Would Your Husband Say? Game. I’ve heard about it. Super fun, although typically it’s about your future husband,” she said, shifting excitedly in her seat. “So . . . Hyuna asked Jiyong these questions last week, and sent the book with me.”

“What?” I shrieked. “What kind of questions?”

“You’re getting ready to find out,” she said, waving the waiter over. He brought a full tray of brightly colored Jell-O shots.

“Oh my,” I said.

“If you get them wrong, you drink. If you get them right, we drink. Ready?”

“Sure,” I said, glancing at Sohee and Harin.

Bom cleared , holding the binder in front of her. “When did Jiyong know you were the one?”

I thought for a minute. “That first poker night at his dad’s.”

Errrr! Bom made a horrendous noise with . “When he realized he wasn’t good enough for you, which was the moment he saw you. Drink!”

“Aw!” Harin said, holding her hand to her chest.

I picked up a small plastic cup and squeezed its contents into my mouth. Yum. I wasn’t going to mind losing at all.

“Next question!” Bom said. “What is his favorite thing about you?”

“My cooking.”

Errrrr! Bom made the noise again. “Drink!”

“You at this game,” Sohee said, clearly amused.

“Maybe I’m doing it on purpose? These are good!” I said, popping another shot into my mouth.

“Jiyong’s  answer? Your laugh.”

“Wow,” I said, surprised. “That’s kind of endearing.”

“What is his favorite part of your body?”

“My eyes.”

“Ding, ding, ding! Correct!”

Harin and Sohee clapped, I bowed my head. “Thank you, thank you. Now drink, es.”

They all laughed, and popped their shots.

Bom turned a page and read the next question. “When does Jiyong want to have kids?”

“Oh,” I blew through my lips. “In seven . . . eight years?”

“A year after graduation.”

Sohee and Harin made the same face, their mouths forming “oh.”

“I’ll drink,” I said. “But he and I will have to talk about that one some more.”

Bom shook her head. “This is a prewedding game, Dara. You should be much better at this.”

“Shut up. Continue.”

Sohee pointed. “Technically she can’t shut up and continue.”

“Shut up,” Bom and I said in unison.

“Next question!” Bom said. “What do you think Jiyong’s favorite moment of your relationship was?”

“The night he won the bet and I moved in?”

“Correct again!” Bom said.

“This is so sweet. I can’t take it,” Harin said.

“Drink! Next question,” I said, smiling.

“What is one thing Jiyong said he’ll never forget that you’ve said to him?”

“Wow. I have no idea.”

Sohee leaned in. “Just guess.”

“The first time I said I loved him?”

Bom narrowed her eyes, thinking. “Technically, you’re wrong. He said it was the time you told Donghae you loved Jiyong!” Bom burst into laughter, and so did the rest of us. “Drink!”

Bom turned another page. “What is the one item Jiyong can’t live without?”

“His motorcycle.”

“Correct!”

“Where was your first date?”

“Technically it was the Pizza Shack.”

“Correct!” Bom said again.

“Ask her something more difficult, or we’re going to get hammered,” Sohee said, throwing back another shot