Wedding Night Stand: A Chic Manila Short Story - Plot & Excerpts
Andrea wandered back, barefoot, into the wedding reception tent, or what was left of it. Of course her sister wasn’t going to be there anymore. The bride barely slept in the days leading up to this, her big day, and she deserved a break. The ceremony was in the early afternoon, and no one was going to have the stamina to stay this long unless they were paid to. Water. Andrea needed some water. “I thought you’d be heading back up to your room.” It figured that Daphne would still be there, with the catering staff and the guys who brought in the tent. Her sister’s maid of honor/wedding planner seemed to be plugged into a renewable energy source twenty-four/seven, and also had the power to be everywhere at once. Still, Andrea gasped, surprised, like she was caught stealing something. “No, I…I’m thirsty.” “Over here then.” Daphne nodded toward a disassembled table, and pulled from behind it a cooler.
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