Half a year ago, we woke up hungover in a queen-sized space at the Kimpton resort Monaco in Salt Lake City.
My eyes had been inflamed. My belly felt sour. But, overall, I felt okay. I obtained significantly more than eight hours of rest, that isn’t something people can state the before they get married night.
We sat from the sleep viewing “checking up on the Kardashians” with a watch mask on, in hopes my dark groups would vanish. It absolutely was the xmas card episode. Realizing it absolutely was nearly noon, we hopped into the bath, shaved my feet, along with my future sister-in-law glue fake eyelashes on me personally. My friend that is best, Eva, aided me personally mangle the boob tape into distribution for around thirty minutes and so I could shimmy into my pale red, silk Reformation gown. Then, my husband-to-be Julian strolled in, freshly barbered, cowboy-boot clad.
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