Johnathon POV
"Isn't this the greatest" Charlotte slurred, slumping sideways over me as the limousine began its journey back towards our house.
She was drunk. There was no polite way to put it. She was sloshed. Drinking cocktail after cocktail, tipping them back as though she had been drinking glasses of water. Her white dress was stained and crumpled, her hair was mussed and disheveled and her makeup was starting to run and smear across her face. I was not impressed, having held back on drinking myself and sticking to none other than soda water, my hangover still present from the night before.
"We're married," Charlotte said gleefully, giggling madly.
Married, I thought grumpily, as the limousine cruised to a stop, and I was forced to hop out and help Charlotte to her feet, her bod
