ROSIE
Work was fine. You know, as fine as it could be when you're functioning on a few hours of sleep and a sinful dream that's practically tattooed on your brain.
"Earth to Rosie."
Ella's voice jerked me out of my thoughts, and I turned from the laptop in front of me to stare at her.
I blinked. "Huh?"
She gave me that scowling look. "You're editing the same photo for the third time," she nodded at the screen. "Are you planning to Photoshop the poor bride into a Kardashian or what?"
I groaned, slumping forward. "Can we not talk about brides right now?"
"Oop."
Ella spun in her chair, grinning. "Someone woke up cranky. What happened?"
I nodded, the dream replaying in my head on a loop, and wondering how on earth to say it out loud to Ella.
She blinked. Then her eyes widened. "Wait.
