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“So, we were in the VIP area?” I further question.
Quinn looks up to the ceiling as if she is remembering the night with her finger on her chin.
“I believe so. When Hanna and I went to the little girls’ room and to get more drinks, we couldn’t get past the big security guy, because you all had left.”
“I can’t believe that I had been so stupid,” I shake my head.
“Listen, nothing bad happened, you were safe, and even though you were with strangers, you only managed to get married and nothing else.” She laughs.
“Yeah, married. Ugh, my mother would be so proud.” I roll my eyes.
“So, you don’t remember the sex, like at all?”
“Not one bit.” I say shaking my head wishing that out of everything any sort of glimmer of what the night entailed could especially help out.
“Man, I would have climbed him like a tree, he was totally easy on the eyes and looked like a good time,” Quinn laughs while fanning herself.
“Either way, to me the night never happened, so that would also mean that I’m not married, right?” I straighten and ask.
“I don’t think that’s how it works,” she shakes her head.
“Well then, what the heck do I do?”
“An annulment?”
“I don’t even know who he is, how would that work. Have you checked your phone at all? Did you guys take any photos?”
“I didn’t even think of that? Go check your phone too, maybe you got some before your phone died.” Quinn says excitedly grabbing her phone from the counter.
I think a moment then dash to my room. I rummage through my purse and dig inside as I fish out my phone.
With shaking hands, I press on the gallery icon and my breath stills. Spinning and sitting on the edge of the bed, I stare at the images.
“Quinn!” I shout.
I hear her as she makes her way from the kitchen to my bedroom. She stands in the doorway with her eyes wide.
“Jesus woman! I thought something bad had happened.”
“I think we’re going to find out who my husband is,” I hold up the phone and say with a weak smile.
She moves beside me with her knee bouncing in anticipation.
“We need to reverse image this. Let’s get stalkery on your husband!”
We walk back into the kitchen on a mission and turn on the laptop. She taps on the keyboard and then peers at the screen while chewing on her fingernail. I lean over to see what she’s looking at so intently.
Maxwell Addison
Sounds like a fancy name.
I look to Quinn and she shrugs.
“Well, he’s not a famous movie star,” she says getting up to let me take her place.
I’m scrolling the screen then stop and sit back to let out a breath.
“Do you think? Is that him?” I look to her.
