Amelie’s POV

I.

Am.

NEVER.

Drinking.

Again.

What the hell happened last night, and why do I feel like someone put my head in a vice? I roll over in bed, and Nathan is lying there, smiling at me.

“Good morning, sunshine,” he whispers.

“Stop screaming at me,” I respond and grab my head.

Nathan just shakes his head and laughs.

“Ugh, what happened last night?” I questioned.

“Well, how much do you remember?” Nathan asks.

“Um, I remember being in the limo and drinking champagne, and then everything else is fuzzy,” I say.

“So, you don’t really remember anything after that?” Nathan queries.

“I kind of remember something to...