Kristen and Hong Min made their grand exit, a horse-drawn carriage and all. Then I got into the first ride back to the hotel and was ready to crash. Even though a few of the guys kept insisting that I come with them to the hotel bar. I was definitely too drunk for that. I’d already scandalized some elderly family members with my dance moves, and I had an early flight. Probably best to just crash.
“No, no, I’m good,” I told Michael. “Go have fun. I’m too drunk.”
“Ah, you’re no fun, Greer,” he teased.
“I’m so lame, I swear.” I giggled and backed into the elevator. “Have fun.”
As the doors shut between us, I waved and then slumped back against the wall, relieved. Maybe I should have insisted that Ash come with me. Weddings were not as much fun, alone.
I stumbled into my hotel room, kicki
