Chapter 22. Wedding Jitters
Someone was banging loudly on my door. Not only that, but there was screeching. Loud screeching. In fact, Mandy's screeching.
What the hell is she doing here?
"Angela! Get your ass out of bed, and come let me in!" she screamed outside the front door. She banged on it some more.
I looked over to my bedside alarm clock, and saw that it was only 6:15 am. I wasn't supposed to be at the Ritz-Carlton until 7:30! Wake me up earlier than necessary... you die.
I roughly threw the covers off myself and jumped out of my lovely bed, cursing Mandy for waking me up at such an ungodly hour. I stormed to the door before she could scream my name again.
Finally, I flung the door open, almost pulling it off its hinges. "Mandy! What the hell are you doing?" I yelped at her. "You told me I didn't need to be at the Ritz until 7:30!"
"Scratch that! You're coming with me now! I want to get things ready as soon as possible!" she answered. She let herself in the house of her own will and walked to the kitchen.
"Oh Mandy, come on, you don't need me yet. Just let me go back to bed, please," I said, dragging my feet all the way to join her.
"Nope. I need you to come with me now. You owe me this much."
She was right: I did.
I sighed and lifted my arms above my head in surrender. "Fine, I'll go with you. But only if there will be some breakfast for me at the hotel."
"You're in luck! We got a package deal with free food services included," she cheered. "Except for the wedding catering: Luke and I have to pay for that."
"Yeah whatever, but there better be chocolate chip pancakes," I said. I crossed my arms over my chest and raised an eyebrow at her.
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