LILLIANA
My plan was to sleep flew right out of the window when I sat down with Aurora with a bottle of seventy-thousand-dollar Glenfiddich. Two hours later, I was more in awe of her than drunk until the news of the death of Ben Gordon dropped.
It wasn't until eight in the morning that I rolled off from the couch from where I had fallen asleep earlier and woke up with one hell of a hangover just one day before my wedding.
Way to walk into the marital life, I thought.
Groaning, I limped across the living room and towards the kitchen. Ralph was already half-way through his breakfast when he folded the newspaper, tossed it aside, and looked up.
"Don't. It is a long story," I muttered before he could open his mouth. When one of the maids placed the coffee cup under my nose, I simply inha
