Nina’s POV
“Drink up girl, you only have a first wedding night,” Emma urged me, the music in her loud and reverberating through the room. I couldn’t lie that I liked it. This was the first time in a very long time that I was having some action, hearing some music, and having a normal life. But I still wanted to go to my husband’s room and celebrate my first night as a married woman properly with him.
“I know,” I said, drinking up the shot glass that was filled with alcohol down, and I let out a little cough because it burnt my throat a little. “But I need to go to my husband,” I told her.
I was starting to feel the effect of the alcohol coming at me like a wave. I needed to sober up for my first night, which I had just lost the chance by drinking this round of alcohol. I was too drunk t
