BOOK SEVEN: LONDON
No, no, no, no, no.
This can't be real; this has to be some sort of sick joke. Surely.
There is no way in hell I got so drunk, and then got hitched to my brother's best friend.
On the night of my brother's wedding.
It's way too made up, not even my worst enemy would wish this on me. I'm a wedding planner, I pride myself on creating the best weddings and here I am sitting with a cheap gold band from god knows where. And to think it happened because I decided to cut loose, after so long.
Not to mention, I actually encouraged Tristan to drink!
Shaking my head, I hop out of bed. That glass of water is desperately needed right now. Stumbling to my feet, I pace towards the kitchenette and grab two glasses, filling them to the brim. I'll ignore how woozy my stomach
