In a world of money, fame, and all the champagne that came with it, Camsy Colbert, the famous wedding planner, was alone. But it was fine; she was totally cool with being single. Men could never hold a steady relationship anyway.
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Alcohol really sucked.
I regretted drinking last night, and now, I was beginning to hate champagne.
It was the painful throbbing of my head combined with the light seeping in through my eyelids that woke me up that morning. It felt like a coal mine was inside my skull, and there were multiple workers in there. Mining. Striking my skull.
With gritted teeth and shut eyelids, I sat up, wondering exactly how much I'd drunk the night before. And, of course, there was the lingering "how much damage did I cause" question that sat in my brain.
Even though I didn't really remember everything from last night, I did remember Parker. The bar, our kiss...
Our kiss!
Parker!
On instinct, I snapped my attention to the side of the bed where he was supposed to be. The sheets were ruffled, but he wasn't there.
My heart throbbed alongside my head, matching beats. I could feel a headache brewing.
Different theories of why he wasn't in bed flew across my mind, the majority of them equalling that night from five years ago. He'd left. Again.
I felt moisture gather in my eyes, the severity of my headache heightening. Realization dawned on me like a whack in the face with a baseball bat.
Parker was gone!
The next thing I did was question myself: why wasn't he here? Where was he? Did I do something last night?
Before my mind could drive me crazy, the door to my room opened to a crack. And Parker peeked in. I blinked, watching him intently, feeling my heart rate slow to its normality.
He grinned and opened the door fully to reveal the tray he was carrying-a glass of water, a pack of Advil, and a covered bowl. I furrowed my eyebrows, wondering if he was real or not and why that bowl was covered.
After he set the tray down on the bedside table, my gaze following him all the way, he turned to me with a blinding smile.
"Morning."
My brain was still trying to register the fact that he was here, now. That he hadn't left like I'd expected him to. So instead of watching his smiley face turn to a concerned frown, I faced the tray. This time, I noticed something else on it; A bunch of croissants.
I felt my lips twitch as I quickly faced Parker again. By now, he had a partly panicked and partly concerned expression. He sat down on the bed and tugged me over to him. And the next thing I knew, I was in an embrace. His embrace.
He didn't leave.
I guess a part of me hadn't fully recovered from the effects of that night and what came after. I had a feeling that part wasn't ever going to recover.
