Back at the hotel, my best friend opened two bottles of red wine. We didn't need to say anything; we both understood. By the time I regained my senses, it was already late morning.
"You're up?" My best friend lay on the sofa beside me, scrolling through her phone. "What are you thinking now, Ms. Moss?"
My brain, still unable to function properly due to the hangover, responded with a groggy grunt.
She sighed and handed her phone to me. The image of a man and woman kissing instantly brought back memories of last night, and my head throbbed slightly as I held it and groaned softly.
"Losing a boyfriend of three years just like that, what a bummer."
"You're engaged, right? You didn't sign a prenup, did you?" My friend kindly reminded me. I shook my head, "His family is poor, so I didn't ev
