"Maybe one drink won't hurt," I say as I accept the glass from Clara. It's almost like she knew I wasn't going to refuse. I take one large gulp, swallowing it down, praying that it drowns the pain.
I knew that the consequences of my actions tonight would be worse than that day at the beach. This time family and friends surrounded us. We were on a yacht, and it was my wedding night. People expected me to behave a certain way on this day. No one would expect me to be drinking. My parents already warned me the last time this happened, and ended up all over magazines and articles everywhere.
But could anyone really blame me? I'm sure I'm not the only one seeing what was taking place right in front of my eyes.
I can feel the pity stares digging into my back. They should understand why I wa
