idk what to title this so please read and help me lol thanks

Weddings and Wine

Alina's POV
"Hey Alina! Could you please attend my wedding as a photographer? I need some shots for my empty wall." A lady through the phone asks.
"Sure, what date and time?" I respond to her.
"Tomorrow, 6pm - 10pm I'm sorry that it's last minute but my original photographer cancelled on me." She replies back worriedly.
"It's okay, perfect, thank you." I hang up the phone and get back to my homework.
A few hours later I can hear my stomach grumbling. I go downstairs to grab something to eat, right now it's about 7pm.
"Is dinner ready yet?" I ask my mum while eating a piece of carrot left on the chopping board.
"Almost done." She says busily stirring the soup.

My mum is so beautiful, she has dark brown, chocolate hair just like me with hazel eyes but a hint of green, although I have hazel eyes but there's more green because of my dad, he has fully green eyes. She was once a model but that dream ended when I was born, she has the most perfect cheek and jaw structure and nicely filled eyebrows.
It's just me, my mum and dad, and my older and younger brothers. My older one which is 27 is in America right now because he got a new job I haven't seen him in 2 years, my younger one is 13 and he's just in school. My mum is now an online interior designer and my dad is construction site worker.

I smell the scent of beef stew and smile. My favourite.
"Call me when your finished." I say to her as I go back upstairs. Since I completed my homework I go on my phone and just talk to some friends. I go on my laptop and practice editing my pictures. My most favourite thing to do ever is taking pictures, that's why I have a part time job as a wedding photographer. I love weddings and I love photos.
Even though I love weddings and the typical romance films, I've never had a romantic moment myself. I like being single, I like having my own time and being happy with just my family and friends. I quickly finish up my dinner as soon as my mum calls me and go to bed.

I wake up at around 9am and I get ready for my day, I like to schedule things, but today I didn't have anything going on except for the wedding tonight. I tell my mum that I'm going to be home a bit late tonight and she doesn't mind. I drive around doing errands for my mum as the day goes on.

Around 4:30pm I get ready and I get out of the house around 5.
I arrive at the wedding and it's beautifully decorated with flowers and lights, the flowers are tulips and different coloured roses. I stand there in shock, I hope my wedding is as pretty as this one. I look around and the guests are already coming in so I quickly grab my camera and take some shots of the guests.
When the ceremony was over, (idk what they call it, the part where they kiss l0lz) and the party begun I decided to get a little wine to freshen up a little, I suck at socialising but I tried my best.
I went over to a group that's calling me and as I walked over to the table to put my wine cup down I bump into someone and accidentally spill my wine on their white shirt.

"Shit, I mean shiz, I'm sorry." I say freaking out, I quickly grab napkins to try to get the wine out, I dab the napkin over and over again. The guy grabs the napkin himself and pushes my hand away.
"What the hell, be careful next time." He says aggressively.
I stand there and apologise for like 2 minutes, with everyone's eyes on me.
"Just do your job properly and get lost." He says rudely. He didn't have to be so freaking rude, I got mad, and exploded, even though I shouldn't have.
"Excuse me but I said sorry like 17 times, at least say it's fine instead of being so rude." I almost shout at him. He just stares at me angrily and his nostrils were flaring.
"If you just walked properly and weren't in my way this wouldn't have happened." He says angrily, shouting. I couldn't believe that he kept yelling at me so I grabbed his wine glass and spilt more wine at his shirt. His eyes were almost popping out of his head, I put the glass back down, pack my things, grabbed an extra wine bottle and walked away.

Time passes as I drink almost the whole bottle while sitting in the parking lot, it's dark outside and some guests are leaving now. My vision is blurred and my body loses it's balance. The only thing I remember after this is that I just blacked out on that parking lot.

Daniel's POV
I honestly couldn't believe that photographer, yelling at me like it was my fault. After that fiasco I pretended like nothing happened and continued socialising with the other guests. It's my best friend, Jonah's wedding after all, I need to relax.

When the party started to come to an end and all the guests are leaving I start to pack up too, I grab my jacket and say goodbye to all the guests.
"My man.. congratulations haha." I say to him as I give him a bro hug.
"Thanks bro, glad you enjoyed it." He says.
I say my goodbyes and walk out to the parking lot, most of the cars have disappeared. I walk over to my car and on the way there, a freaking hand grabs onto my leg.

"AHHH." I scream out, scared to death, it's the damn photographer. I thought she left already? I thought.
"Youuuu... you really are so mean." She says as her words slurred out of her mouth. She reeked of alcohol and was clearly drunk.
Ugh, she's always causing trouble. What now?
I stare at her, watching what she will do next. She looked about my age, in university and a wedding photographer is probably her part time job.
My conscious was really going to torture me, but I had to do what I had to do. I picked her up and her arm falls to the side, I open my car door and gently put her down in my backseat.
As I'm driving home all I could hear was her mumbling how she hates "that guy", assuming it's me and how it wasn't her fault. I arrive at my place and drag her out. I place her on a guest bed and I put her on her side so she doesn't choke, but immediately she sits up and looks at me.
"You ruinedddd myyyy day." She says pointing at me, her eyes half closed.
"Not sorry about that, it was your fault." I say to her.
"Youuuu reallyyy suck I hate yo-" as she got cut off her vomited onto her dress and my shoes. I clenched my eyes as I prayed that really didn't happen.
I look down and there's vomit all over. I sigh and quickly grab a cloth. I take off her clothes, (don't worry, her undergarments are still on.) I put on my shirt and basketball shorts on her and quickly clean up. I quickly shut the door and go shower.
That was one heck of a day. And I drift off to sleep.