I woke the next afternoon in a daze. I tried to move but my body was so sore. I looked at the clock, noon. I never sleep this late. I looked over and I saw Helena’s disheaveled brown hair. As the sunlight shown through the window, I winced, ugh I thought as I held my head. What happened last night? I swung my legs over the bed and rested my hands on my knees, trying to hold myself up as the room spun. What the hell is this on my left hand? I asked myself and then my eyes widened. Fuck.

I got up and wobbled a bit and steadied myself with the bed post. After I regained my balance, I walked towards the bedroom door, picked up Helena’s bathrobe and slipped it on. I made my way down to the kitchen. I sit at the breakfast bar and rest my head on my hand. Ugh this fucking headache.

"Miss. Kennard?"

"Oh uh, yes," I replied, Helena’s housekeeper came into the kitchen.

"Would you like some coffee? Breakfast?"

"Some coffee would be fine, black please," I said and she smiled and went to the coffee pot.

She sat the cup in front of me and I just inhaled the aroma of the coffee. I could feel it waking my senses. I took a sip and grimaced, I hated black coffee, but in my state, sugar and cream was out of the question. I sipped on it again and sighed.

"There’s my beautiful bride to be," I heard Helena call, I suddered as she hugged me.

"Mehhh," I mumbled and waved her away.

"You are grumpy this morning, why is that?"

"I have a headache, my stomach is sick and I have no idea what happened last night."

"Well Tina darling, for one we got engaged. And after you said yes, we cracked open some champiegn and then we went dancing at Milk and you were drinking all night."

"Oh my God, seriously? Ugh, I don’t remember last night at all."

"Really?"

"Yeah, I remember the ride to the restaurant, then ordering the wine and then after that, it’s a complete blur."

"Huh, that’s odd."

"What," I asked, when she smiled at me.

"Nothing babe nothing," she said smirking, "you were insatiable last night."