Cat awoke the next morning and froze as the memories of the prior night came rushing back. She groaned aloud. Wasn’t there some way to fast forward through all this heartache, this embarrassment, to get to the part of “everything will be alright”?
A soft knock sounded before Celeste slowly opened her bedroom door and peeked inside. “How you doing?”
Her eyes felt sore and swollen, and her stomach was heavy as lead. “Shitty. What time is it?”
“About ten.” Celeste walked in, holding a steaming mug. “I thought you could use some coffee, and here are two ibuprofen in case your head is pounding.”
Not until she’d just mentioned it.
Cat grabbed the covers to hide her face and another ugly cry as tears threatened. “God, Celeste. What am I gonna do? Tomorrow is our wedding day. Supposed to be o
