Remi snuffled next to her but didn’t get up. In fact, she burrowed even further under the covers.

“Get up, Cherry. I’m serious!” Ava looked frazzled, her hair all over the place. Judging from the pillow marks on her cheek, she’d just gotten up too. She was still in her sleep shorts and top that boasted a Winnie the Pooh print.

“Where’s the fire?” Cherisse eased up into a sitting position, clutching the water bottle. Her head kept up the throbbing. Thankfully, there was no urge to throw up. As actual hangovers went, this one wouldn’t have her immobile.

“I forgot! Forgot my own dress appointment! April called, and I had to act like I knew it was today all along, but I. Did. Not. Remember. We’re late. We need to leave in the next hour, and God...I’m never drinking again.” She pressed a hand to her stomach, mouth twisted into a grimace. “Just get your asses up.”

Things slowly fell into place. April was Ava’s wedding planner, and this would be Ava’s first time trying on dresses. Ava was definitely hungover too. Her eyes were heavy-lidded, barely fully open as if shielding against the morning brightness.

“Shit, I need to shower. Seriously, wake Remi up. I think I have time to do something about this horror show.” She circled her face with a finger and then stormed out.

By the time they assembled downstairs, they were the sorriest bunch. Ava’s eyes were hidden behind giant sunglasses, and she was downing water like her life depended on it. Cherisse and Remi had completely forgotten a change of clothes, and there wasn’t time to swing by their apartment. Cherisse was wearing some wildly patterned leggings Ava had tossed at her. Unable to shimmy into any of Ava’s shorts or jeans due to being bigger in the hips and thigh area, it would have to do. She refused to roll up to the fancy bridal store in sweatpants, so she’d ignored those in the pile. She’d borrowed a t-shirt too. One that said MATURE-ISH on the front. One that, as she squinted at it long enough, looked like her t-shirt that had mysteriously gone missing forever ago.

Remi, with her tall ass self, didn’t try to borrow anything, not even a t-shirt. She’d shrugged and, after showering, put back on the same dress she’d worn last night. The dress was horribly wrinkled, having been slept in, but Remi didn’t seem to care. She slipped on her wedges from last night and slumped on the couch, blinking at them sleepily, not giving a shit, her almost waist-length hair tumbling across one shoulder.

Then the guys and Maxine showed up because they were getting fitted for their suits today as well. Eric looked fresh as ever, and Cherisse immediately hated him. She was suffering, and he was smiling like he hadn’t had a damn thing to drink last night. She pretended Keiran wasn’t there, even though she got a little satisfaction that he wasn’t looking as chipper as Eric. Scott didn’t look too bad either, but then again, when did he ever?