Chapter 17
ROSALYN
“Rosa, get ready,” my bestie Sienna announces when she pulls us into a private bathroom after the rehearsal dinner’s appetizers have been served and cleared. “We’ll be late for the main course.”
I lean over the sink, reapplying my lipstick, my hand shaking a little as I try to make it through this night without breaking down in my expensive bacon-wrapped shrimp.
“You okay?” Sienna asks, placing a hand gently on my shoulder.
I stare at my reflection, half of my lips bright red, the other half pale pink.
“Rosa,” Sienna begs. “Rosa, are you listening to me? We have to go.” Her green eyes insist. “I can’t believe you sucked down all that champagne. I’ve never seen you so thirsty in my life.”
“Oh, I’m sorry—is it my fault the server accidentally hooked me up with five
