She closed her eyes again and reopened them. Nope. It wasn't a
dream. He was still next to her in bed sleeping soundly.
She tried her best to remember what happened. It was all a huge
blur. The drinking. The dancing. The kissing. Something tickled
her memory.
She brought her hand out from underneath the covers and stared at her
hand.
A gold band circled her ring finger.
No. They didn't. Did they?
Francine, whatever were you thinking? Marrying Beaman!
Please let it be a dream.
The alarm clock rang. Francine opened her eyes. Breathed a sigh.
She was alone.
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