Emily's POV
The morning after the bachelor and bachelorette parties were rough.
My head was pounding, my mouth felt like it had been stuffed with cotton, and the memory of me standing on a table, microphone in hand, declaring my love for the triplets to the world was playing on a loop in my mind. I groaned, burying my face in my pillow, as Tessa's laughter echoed from the other room.
"Em, you're a legend!" she shouted, clearly enjoying my misery. "That video is everywhere. The triplets are going to lose their minds."
"Don't remind me," I muttered, pulling the blanket over my head. "I'm never drinking again."
But as the day went on, the embarrassment started to fade, replaced by a strange sense of pride. I'd had fun—wild, reckless, unforgettable fun. And if the triplets had anything t
