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“I need to see if she signed the contract,” I said. “We’ll start there.”

“I can’t believe you’re married,” Dash said with a laugh.

“Say it again and I’m going to stick this fork in your eye.” I turned to Sebastian. “Call Cleo and have her find out where Mandy is. I don’t even have her damn number.”

Dash started laughing again. I was glad he was enjoying this. I couldn’t believe I had fucked up so badly. I never did this shit. I arranged solutions. I wasn’t the one creating the problems.

Except now, I was. And I had no idea how to fix the mess I made.

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MANDY

Igroaned and rolled over, immediately regretting the movement. My mouth tasted like I’d been sucking on cotton balls dipped in vinegar. Very unpleasant. My hair was plastered to one side of my face. I was still wearing my dress from last night. The skirt was hiked up around my waist.

What the hell happened?

I sat up slowly, waiting for the room to stop spinning. Fragments of memory floated through my consciousness. The reception. Dancing. Drinks. Lots of drinks. Briggs singing karaoke.

Oh God, had that actually happened? I vaguely remembered laughing so hard I could barely breathe.

But after that? Nothing. Just a big black hole where the rest of the night should have been. I looked around the room to make sure it was my room. And I was alone.

That was good.

I reached for my phone on the nightstand and checked the time. Nearly noon. I’d slept late. That wasn’t like me.

I needed water. Coffee. Food. In that order. And then on repeat.

I called room service and ordered enough to feed a small army. Coffee, a fruit plate, a bagel with extra cream cheese, orange juice, and a side of bacon because I deserved it after last night.

While I waited, I shuffled to the bathroom. My reflection in the mirror was not pretty. Mascara was smudged under my eyes. My hair looked like a bird had made a home up there. I leaned forward and made sure I didn’t have actual fur on my teeth. It sure as hell felt like it.

I turned on the faucet and splashed cold water on my face, trying to wake myself up. That’s when I saw it.

A ring. What looked a lot like a wedding ring was sitting on the bathroom counter next to the sink.

I froze, water dripping down my face. Did I hook up with a married man last night?

Oh God. Oh no. That wasn’t me. I didn’t do that. I would never do that. But I also never got so drunk I couldn’t remember the night before. But even then, I was certain I would never do that, no matter how drunk I got.

I looked at the ring again. It was dainty. Pretty. A woman’s ring with modest diamonds around the band. Whose was it? Maybe the housekeeper left it accidentally.

I picked it up, turning it over in my fingers. There was no inscription inside. No clue to who it belonged to. It was elegant. Not something I would normally buy for myself, but I could see why someone would choose it.

Without thinking, I slipped it onto my left ring finger.

It fit perfectly.

I stared at my hand, confused. Did I buy this for myself? When? Why? I didn’t remember going shopping, but considering there was a pretty big black spot in my mind, it was possible.

My phone buzzed from the other room. I needed to check with Zoey and make sure everything was okay.

Frowning, I walked back into the bedroom and picked up my phone.

162 notifications on Instagram.

12 missed calls.