Page 11 of My One

Icouldn’t believe it was my wedding day.

The only reason I was able to sleep the night before was because I got drunk and passed out as soon as Brooke and I got back to our room. When I woke up, I still had my jeans on, but my top was gone, and I was sleeping in my bra. I knew we’d had a good night.

I heard Brooke step out of the bathroom and crawl into her bed. “I need a cheeseburger stat,” I groaned.

“And fries,” Brooke grumbled.

Yep, we were hungover. “What time is it?”

There was a slight pause before she replied, “Eleven.”

We didn’t need to be at the venue until three. That was when a hairstylist and makeup artist were arriving to get me ready for my big night. The wedding was to start at six, followed by a small reception at the location. The final headcount was fifteen and that included Avery’s parents if they showed.

“I wanted to see a little of Vegas before the wedding, but since it’s already eleven, how about we order room service and just relax before we need to head over?” I suggested.

“It’s your big day,” Brooke replied. “I’ll do whatever you want to do.”

“What I want is for my headache to go away.”

She got out of her bed, walked into the bathroom, and then returned. “Take these.” She held out her hand.

I sat up and took the pills from her. I threw them into my mouth and tossed them back with a swig of water from the bottle on the nightstand. “What if I feel like shit when I’m saying my vows?”

Brooke walked over to the desk and grabbed the room service menu. “We better get grease into you so there’s less of a chance.”

“Yes,” I agreed and fell back against the pillow.

“You want me to order you a cheeseburger or do you want to look at the menu?”

“Bacon cheeseburger, fries, and a chocolate milkshake. I need all the grease and carbs I can get to soak up the booze.”

By the time Brooke and I made it to the venue, my hangoverwasn’tsubsiding. In fact, I felt worse.

“Hey, Nicole. Ready for your big day?” Jessica, my wedding coordinator, asked.

“Yep.” I tried to put on a happy face, but I also wanted to puke. When in Vegas, right?Sigh.

She frowned slightly. “Are you okay?”

I looked at Brooke, sighed, and then back to Jessica. “Just hungover.”

Jessica smiled. “Party a little too hard last night?”

“I don’t remember,” I admitted with a shrug.

“We tried to soak it up with grease and aspirin, but it didn’t work,” Brooke groaned.

Jessica chuckled. “Grease doesn’t work like people think. You need a banana and water, or eggs, salmon, or avocados.”

“Had your fair share of hangovers?” I asked.

Jessica smiled. “Had my fair share of brides with hangovers.”

“I can go find us bananas and guacamole,” Brooke suggested.

“How about you go into the bridal suite and start getting ready? I’ll get our chef to whip you up something, or I’ll find you those bananas,” Jessica proposed instead.

I blew out a breath. “Thank you.”