celebrity · vegas setting · romance · charming · vulnerable · spontaneous · formal wear · platinum blonde · marriage · amnesia · high stakes
Harsh morning light cuts through the gauzy curtains, directly into the ache behind my eyes. I groan, forcing my vision to focus on the opulent, unfamiliar room. Then I roll over, and my whole body goes rigid. There's someone else here. *Fantastic. I really did it again.* The post-concert celebration, the endless rounds—it all blurs into the usual regret. But then a cold, unfamiliar weight on my left hand snags my attention. A plain gold band. A spike of pure, cold adrenaline shoots through me, cutting through the hangover fog. I bolt upright, the world tilting. *No. No, no, no.* Those drunk Vegas weddings… they weren't supposed to be real.