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“It’s your house.”
She raised an eyebrow, her eyes cutting to mine as if reminding me that, despite the suit and wedding dress and carrying her into her new home, we were little more than roommates.
“Let me show you your bedroom,” I said, clearing my throat. “We should get some sleep.”
Upstairs looked similar to everything she’d already seen, the walls papered with thick, textured designs out of an issue of Architectural Digest and art peppering the walls. I opened the door to the master bedroom.
“This is your room.”
Something about taking my parent’s bedroom seemed wrong, even after my mom moved out. So, I kept my childhood room and updated it for an adult. But, with Nora moving in and most of the other rooms in varying states of disuse, I replaced the bed and moved the other furniture into various bedrooms around the house. She could move in her own pieces or pick through the other rooms.
Her eyes widened and she looked between me and the room. “Seriously?”
I shrugged. “I figured you’d have some furniture to move in. This bedroom had the most space.”
She stepped inside the white carpeted room, taking a turn in the center and letting out a high-pitched laugh. “It’s the size of the trailer I grew up in.” She clamped her hand over her mouth. “I shouldn’t have said that.”
I laughed. “It’s fine. It’s an enormous room. The closet is even bigger.”
I nodded toward the door on the far wall. She opened it. “Holy… I’m going to need more clothes.”
“Well, there’s a credit card on the side table. Go crazy. Whatever you need.”
She eyed the table but made no move to take the credit card. Pulling her eyes away, she glanced at the door. “Where do you sleep?”
“At the end of the hall, three doors down on the left.”
She nodded with a frown.
“Alright, well, I’ll let you get settled in.” I placed the duffel bag by the door. “Goodnight, Nora.”
“Goodnight, Andy.”
CHAPTER10
Nora
I openedmy eyes to find myself beneath an ornate ceiling in a room that wasn’t mine. My head ached as I replayed the day before, trying to figure out whose room this was and why I was there.
The wedding.
I rolled onto my side and spotted a metal card on the side table; a credit card with a name on it.
Nora Stewart.
My name.
I pushed myself up, eager for water and a tour of the house without my beer goggles on. At least I’d been sober enough to take off my wedding dress, which hung alone in the immense walk-in closet. After that, I’d changed into…
Nothing.
I slept in my strapless bra and a thin pair of body-contouring panties.
Clearly, I couldn’t go gallivanting around Andy’s house in my underwear.
I stood, resigned to make a walk of shame in my wedding gown back to the kitchen—wherever that was—when I spotted the red duffel bag by the door.
Andy! Or Bunny, or Thea, or maybe even Becca, but regardless, it was full of clothes. I grabbed the bag off the floor, rifling through the lacy lingerie and tiny pieces of micro-clothing. The further I dug, the more my heart sank.
