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She didn't remember doing any drinking . . . but what else could explain this?
Temari stared at the full length mirror, her hands running over the satin and lace dress she was wearing. Her hair was elegantly styled, and there were champagne diamonds around her throat and wrist. More tellingly, there was a ring flashing on her left hand. Unless she was very much mistaken, she was in some sort of a honeymoon suite. She had no memories of going to a wedding, much less her own, but last night was a bit of a blank. What the hell had she done? Did they do weddings in a love hotel?
The lingerie certainly felt like something that would happen in a love hotel. More stockings and high heels. Lifting the hem of the skirt, she examined the delicate, strappy heels. As if the skirt wasn't enough to keep her from being able to move properly. She twisted to look at the back of the dress, frowning at the ribbon lacing it closed. Flexibility aside, that was a two person job.
So far she was alone in the elaborate suite. No sign of who else could have been involved in this fiasco. Hoping that this was all a practical joke, she carefully shifted the elaborate skirt out of the way so she could cross the room, looking for any sign of just what the hell was going on.
Temari stared at the full length mirror, her hands running over the satin and lace dress she was wearing. Her hair was elegantly styled, and there were champagne diamonds around her throat and wrist. More tellingly, there was a ring flashing on her left hand. Unless she was very much mistaken, she was in some sort of a honeymoon suite. She had no memories of going to a wedding, much less her own, but last night was a bit of a blank. What the hell had she done? Did they do weddings in a love hotel?
The lingerie certainly felt like something that would happen in a love hotel. More stockings and high heels. Lifting the hem of the skirt, she examined the delicate, strappy heels. As if the skirt wasn't enough to keep her from being able to move properly. She twisted to look at the back of the dress, frowning at the ribbon lacing it closed. Flexibility aside, that was a two person job.
So far she was alone in the elaborate suite. No sign of who else could have been involved in this fiasco. Hoping that this was all a practical joke, she carefully shifted the elaborate skirt out of the way so she could cross the room, looking for any sign of just what the hell was going on.