Chapter Nine
Isabella woke up to an icepick hammering at her temple and a mouth that felt like inside of her pillow. She winced, then buried her head under the sheets in an effort to escape the sun streaming in the window. Her stomach violently protested the movement. Fragments of memories flitted through her mind like puffy clouds, dissipating as soon as she reached for them. What had happened?
She'd gotten dressed at home, tucked her shoes in her bag and walked over to the Grace's. She'd surprised her sister with a makeover. The harder she thought, the more elusive the details became. Teasing CiCi about Trace Walker and slipping a strip of condoms into her purse. The happy bride and groom. Champagne. Dancing with one of the O'Neill brothers. More champagne. Simon Sinclaire awkwardly as
