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What the hell had I been drinking last night? Or, possibly more importantly, how much of it was I drinking last night?
I rolled across the big bed to the edge. It took all the energy I could gather into my muscles to get that far, so I hung there just balanced on the edge staring at the floor waiting for the room to stop spinning.
When I was reasonably sure I wasn’t going to hurl on the carpet, I let on leg drop to the ground. I waited to make sure that leg was going to stay put and then I swung the other one down and let the weight of my legs drag my body upward into a slouchy– but sitting– position.
I hung my head down and rested my forehead on my knees.
I was still wearing one of my thigh high white stockings and the little floating crystal necklace that Tammy had given us for the ceremony. Beyond that, I was naked as the day I was born…

Denise may have done a little too much celebrating after her stepsister’s wedding. When she wakes up to discover the hotel room she’s in isn’t hers, she has to figure out who she was with last night… and does the ring on her finger mean what she thinks it does?

 

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