The next morning, I wake up from my slumber to the sound of Georgia running down the hallway towards the bathroom. Mariah tiptoes out of the bedroom and smiles as she sees me sitting up on the sofa, rubbing my eyes, "Good Morning, sleeping beauty. Today is your big day!" My stomach turns, and I feel so nauseated, I hang my head in my hands, "Oh Colie, I feel very nauseous." I tell her. "I'll go pour you some ginger ale; that might help. Go use my bathroom if you need to," she responds. I hop up and dash for her master bathroom, and I barely make it to the toilet bowl before partially digested remnants of fettuccine alfredo spew out of my mouth into the toilet. I hang my head over the toilet for a moment, collecting myself before coming out into the living room. Stacy sits up when sh

