Cranston’s POV
Splashing water on my face for the tenth time, I grip the edge of the small bathroom counter and stare at my reflection.
I have looked better.
It probably was not such a good idea to drink all that bourbon last night. Obviously, I got a little bit carried away…
Some lady was sent in a couple of hours ago to put some cream under my eyes and spritz my face with something, so at least I do not look as bad as when I first woke up.
A shudder passes through me at the memory of the room spinning while Dean tried to get me into the shower.
Closing my eyes, I place my fist over my mouth briefly, as just the thought of it makes me feel a little nauseous again.
Okay, deep breaths.
The last thing I want to do is look hungover on my wedding day.
Probably should have thought o
