𝐒𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐄

𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐬

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Sam wakes up with a pounding headache, the remnants of last night's festivities still lingering. She groans as she sits up, her mouth dry, and her temples throbbing.

"Ugh, note to self - cut back on the tequila shots," she mutters, swinging her legs over the side of the bed. A cold shower is definitely in order.

The icy water does help revive her senses, and Sam feels a little more human as she wraps a towel around herself and heads downstairs. As she enters the kitchen, she spots Tara sitting at the table, wearing a troubled expression on her face.

"Morning, Tara," Sam says tentatively, pouring herself a cup of coffee. "Are you doing okay?"

Tara looks up, her brow furrowed. "I'm fine, Sam. Just... working through some wedding stuff, you know?"

Sam nods sympathetically. "Yeah, I remember how stressful that can be. Is there anything I can do to help? I know the whole mom situation has been..."

"The mom situation?" Tara snaps, cutting her off. "You know what, Sam, I think you should just mind your own business and let me plan my wedding the way I want to. It's not your place to worry about me and my future wife's wedding planning."

Sam raises her hands in a placating gesture, taken aback by Tara's sudden outburst. "Whoa, hey, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to upset you. I just thought-"

"You thought wrong," Tara interrupts again, her voice laced with frustration. "This is my wedding, my life. I don't need your advice or your opinions. Just... leave me alone, okay?"

Tara pushes her chair back and storms out of the kitchen, leaving a stunned Sam in her wake. Sam sighs heavily, running a hand through her damp hair. She should have known better than to pry, especially when it came to something as delicate as wedding planning.

"Looks like I'm in the doghouse," she mutters to herself, taking a sip of her coffee and trying to figure out the best way to salvage the situation.

Quinn, who was standing in the pantry looking for flour, awkwardly came out of the pantry with a sympathetic look on her face.

"That was... intense," she says, looking at Sam with sad eyes.

"No, it's fine," Sam shakes her head. "Just a sister squabble."

Quinn sets the flowers down on the counter, moving closer to Sam. "Still, it sounded a little more than that. Are you okay?"

"Yeah, yeah, I'm good," Sam assures her. "Tara's just got a lot on her plate with the wedding and all. I shouldn't have poked my nose where it didn't belong."

Quinn nods slowly, her brow furrowed. "Hey, I was going to go on a run. Um, I'd be happy if you decided to join me." 

Sam pauses, glancing back at Quinn. "A run, huh? I don't know, I'm not sure I'm really up for it right now." She sighs, running a hand through her damp hair.

Quinn steps a bit closer, placing a gentle hand on Sam's arm. "I think it could be good for you. Get your mind off things for a bit, you know? And I promise I'll go at your pace."

Sam considers the offer, a small smile tugging at the corners of her lips. "Alright, you've convinced me. A little fresh air might be just what I need."