Nicole’s head pounded loudly and she rolled over in the bed. The constant throb of a hangover was obvious. She wanted to keep her eyes closed against the light and never open them. Instead she rummaged through the clothing thrown across the floor trying to find her underwear.

Last night was a blur. She tried desperately to remember what happened but it just became fuzzier. Her last memory was the beautiful wedding and reception at the Hilton. She had a vague image of dancing and talking at the bar with a guy. Her best friend had gotten married and she had been a bridesmaid, again. The old cliché, “Always the...