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We did it! It’s the best night and I’m having so much fun. Listen, ladies, a bit of advice, if you want something you have to go for it. Don’t wait around for a guy to propose to you. Take charge of your life and go after what you want. That’s what I did and I’m the happiest I’ve ever been.
I cringe. Apparently, also the drunkest.
The screen jolts as the phone falls to the side, but then I straighten it and continue talking as I pull out a lipstick and begin to apply it.
Griffin is so hot. I don’t know why I’m applying this; he’s going to kiss it right off me. God, he’s such a good kisser. I can’t wait to see what else he’s good at. And how big—
I slam my finger down on the pause button.
“I think we get the picture.” The tips of my ears are burning and I can’t look at Griffin. The video has over a million views, yet it’s the guy standing a few feet away hearing my words that has me feeling flustered by humiliation. I try to tell myself I shouldn’t be embarrassed. We got married, of course we were—are—attracted to each other. But to have him hear me drunkenly discuss my musings about his dick is probably not necessary.
“My phone is blowing up.” Jess waves her phone. “Everyone has seen this and wants a comment.”
I walk across the room to my phone that hasn’t made a sound all morning. It’s silenced, but there are over a hundred text messages and seventy-three missed calls. I don’t bother to open my email or social media.
Griffin’s phone buzzes.
Jess throws her arm out in his direction. “Don’t answer that. Nobody responds until we have this under control.”
“It’s my sister.” Griffin holds up his phone. “I need to respond.”
“Don’t say anything about you two getting married.”
“Yeah, I got it.”
“Both of you sit. I need to think.”
I rejoin Griffin on the end of the bed.
While he types out a text, Jess starts pacing in front of us.
“I walked you to the room.” I assume she’s talking to me but she’s not looking at me as she continues to pace. “I said goodnight.” She suddenly turns toward us. “You two were supposed to have drunk, sweaty stranger sex, not get married!” She motions dramatically, her arms waving above her head. “How did this happen?”
Griffin and I are teenagers being scolded for missing curfew.
“Change of plans?” I say weakly, but then remember Griffin and I already have a plan. “I know you think this is a crisis, but I think we’ll be okay. Griffin and I know it was a mistake. Impulsive. We’ve already talked about getting it annulled.”
Beside me, Griffin clears his throat.
“Right?” I turn to find him squeezing the brim of his hat between his hands.
Jess shakes her head, not bothering to wait for his affirming answer. “Emma, Kandi Kline knows. She emailed me this morning.”
“What?” My stomach fills with dread.
“That’s why I’m freaking out. She wants to include your love story,” she air quotes love story, “in her feature of you.”
My legs go numb. If I wasn’t already sitting, they would have given out.
“If we tell her your marriage is a sham, a drunken night in Vegas gone too far, this could impact the article, your brand, hell, even the pending contract with Bergman’s. Do you think people want to get married in a gown designed by a woman who thinks marriage is something you flippantly enter into and can undo after twelve hours?”
Shit. Jess is right. Now that everyone knows about my marriage to Griffin, it won’t be as easy to undo as we first thought.
“I mean why don’t you just design a replica of your mom’s dress and call it ‘The Mistake.’” Jess scowls. If she’s resorting to sarcasm, she’s really stressed.
I gasp. “Oh, no, my mom’s dress.”
Griffin nods toward the door. “I hung it in the closet.”
