CHAPTER ELEVEN
COURTNEY
PRESENT DAY
THE MORNING AFTER THE WEDDING
I peel my eyes open and see the sun glaring through the window. I hate that damn sun. And f**k that window, too. Jesus, I feel like I ran a 10k marathon last night. My feet are most likely swollen from wearing those damn shoes Viola made the bridesmaids wear, and I can feel the pins jabbing into my skull from having my hair done. Being Viola’s maid of honor was a blast, but between the over-drinking and the too-tight shoes, I’ll be paying for it for at least a week.
It takes me a minute to clear my eyes and realize I’m not even in my own room. I’m in Drew’s room, which could only mean one thing.
Last night wasn’t a dream.
Once I sneak out, I head to the bathroom and look at myself.
Oh, God.
I drop the sheet and hop
