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I swear to God, if tequila had a face, I’d punch it.

I don’t remember how we met, when we got married, or why the ceiling fan has my shirt—but apparently we’re a ‘power couple’ now, so... hi, I guess?
There’s nothing like opening your eyes, tasting tequila, and seeing a gold ring on your hand to make you rethink every life decision.

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Antonio woke up feeling like he’d been hit by a truck. Hotel room was blurry at first, but slowly, details started to come into focus—beige walls that probably hadn’t been painted in years, curtains that were too thin to block out the aggressive sunlight, and a fan overhead that seemed to have given up on life. The air was heavy with a mix of humidity from the sea breeze and that unmistakable, stale hotel vibe. It was a far cry from the glamour of a beach resort.

The remnants of last night were everywhere: scattered bottles of tequila on the floor, some empty, some half-full like they had been abandoned mid-party. A few streamers clung to the walls, and a lone confetti piece was stuck to the lamp. The bed—well, calling it a bed was a stretch. The sheets were tangled, and the blanket had somehow found its way to the floor, like the night itself had decided it was time to go.

Outside, the sound of seagulls echoed, as if they, too, were witnessing the disaster inside. Antonio’s head throbbed in time with his heartbeat, and he quickly regretted the decision to open his eyes. It felt like the universe was out to get him, the sunlight a personal assault, the air too hot to breathe, and the room too messy to believe he hadn’t been in a wild bender.

His brain was still trying to piece things together—like a jigsaw puzzle that had been dropped on the floor. What happened last night? A wedding, right? His cousin Leo’s wedding. He remembered the beach, the free shots, the loud laughter... and the bartender with a mustache that looked like it was stuck in the '80s. But beyond that, it was all a blur.

He glanced around the room, trying to get his bearings, but it felt like the world was spinning too fast for him to catch up. First things first: Get a grip. Where am I? Why do I feel like someone’s been drilling into my skull all night? He looked down at his body—boxers and one sock. That wasn’t a good sign. His shirt was somewhere near the ceiling fan, which made absolutely no sense.

His eyes landed on his left hand, and that’s when it hit him. A gold ring. Plain, simple, ridiculously shiny. And it was on his finger like it had always been there. His mind did a quick flip. Wait, what the hell is this? He immediately started thinking of ways to un-do this. Did I... get married?

His stomach did a little flip as panic set in. But he couldn’t just sit there and cry about it. He had to act. He needed answers. Fast. The first priority? Find out where his pants were. The second? Get out of here without anyone noticing he’d made the biggest mistake of his life. And third? Try not to hyperventilate while doing it. He checked his phone for any clues—and then he saw it. Five missed calls from Leo, three text messages, and one video.

His finger trembled as he clicked on the video. It was a mess—him, standing on a pool table, shirtless, shouting something about “destiny” and a kiss... a kiss he didn’t even remember happening, but the video showed it in all its glory. His heart sank. This wasn’t just a party mistake. This was a legal disaster. And now Antonio had to figure out how the hell he’d married someone he couldn’t even remember.

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