self-preservation, I flung my arms over my face trying to block it out.
As I laid there, and Gam vacuumed around me, memories started populating in my brain. Drake cheating on me. Me leaving L.A. and coming to Wishing Well. Going to the wedding and putting six shots of vodka into my punch. And then the last memory I had was holding a bouquet.
But that was hazy. There was a good chance that I’d only imagined that happening. Maybe I’d passed out and dreamed it. Either way, that was the last thing I could remember. After that, I had no clue what had occurred.
I didn’t know how I’d gotten back to Gam’s. I hoped that I hadn’t gotten behind the wheel, I’d obviously in no shape to drive.
Had I left the wedding after the bouquet toss?
Had I made a fool out of myself?
The last thing I needed was to have videos of myself crying in my punch, or worse, dancing on a table floating around the internet. This breakup was already going to be a PR nightmare.
Speaking of which, I needed to call Hannah and tell her that the cat may be out of the bag. Gam had told half, if not more, of the wedding guests the entire sordid story. I needed to give Hannah at least a few hours lead time to spin something. I also needed to give my agent and manager a heads up. My team was deep in negotiations for my new contract and I didn’t want anything to jeopardize that.
I knew that I had a lot that needed to be done, but I couldn’t think with the sound of a vacuum cleaner running in my head. When Gam finally flipped the switch and the noise stopped, I uncovered my face and sat up, looking on the nightstand beside me for my phone.
“I’ve gotta run. Edith needs me to pick her up before church and she can’t be late because she has the printouts for children’s church.” She stood at the end of the bed wrapping the cord around her hand and under her elbow. “So that means, I’m gonna need you to deliver the muffins, Chipmunk.”
“The muffins?”
“Yes, they need to be there by eight.”
“Eight?” It wasn’t even eight in the morning and she’d said that I was going to sleep the day away?
“It’s for the bake sale.”
“The bake sale?”
“Yes. It’s ten till now, but you don’t have to go far, just across the street to the firehouse.”
“The firehouse?”
“Yes, the firehouse. And then you might want to stop by the church and pick up your rental car.”
“My car?” I guess I hadn’t driven.
“Are you gonna lay there repeating everything I say or put some clothes on? I don’t have time for your nonsense.”
My nonsense? That time I repeated her words in my head.
“I gotta go.” Gam rushed out of the room, her hair still up in curlers with a silk scarf wrapped around them. I heard the back door open. “Oh, and I think you owe Beau an apology!”
“Who’s Beau?” I asked, but it was too late. Before I got his name out I heard the door shut.
My stomach rolled as I glanced at the nightstand. My phone was nowhere to be found but I saw the alarm clock’s large red numbers read: 7:51. Apparently, I had nine minutes to pull myself together and make it across the street. It might sound like an easy task, but right now it might as well be climbing Everest.
“I can do this,” I encouraged myself as I swung my feet over the side of the bed.
Looking down I saw that I was still wearing the dress I’d put on for the wedding. It was all twisted up and wrinkled but I contemplated keeping it on to do the errand. Changing my clothes seemed like even more of an insurmountable feat than climbing Everest, but I didn’t think staying in these clothes would be a good look for me.
My memory might be a little shaky, but from what I could piece together, half the town had attended the wedding. If anyone saw me walking down the street in the same dress I’d been wearing, they’d most likely assume that I was doing the walk of shame. And if anyone snapped a picture, I was sure that there would be plenty of news outlets ready to buy it to capitalize on the public’s interest in my failed relationship.
I was definitely going to need to change clothes. When I stood my legs