My head, gosh. I feel like it's going to explode. I open my eyes and the light blinds me briefly. I meet a foreign face in front of mine. It certainly isn't Meavy. She is not so hairy - not at all, in fact. A scream escapes my mouth and I grab the sheets to hide my bare body as I move away from the man.

"Stop screaming so early in the morning," the man next to me growls.

On closer inspection, I'm not home. My heart is racing in my chest as I try to figure out what's going on. I feel like my heart is going to give out on me at any moment. Maybe I overdid it yesterday.

"Who are you?" I asked as I backed away.

"You don't remember," The man said, straightening up. "Maybe this will trigger your memory." He raises his left hand in front of me and I see a wedding ring. I twist it around his finger before I see my initials engraved on it. What the hell ?

"This can't be happening", I whispered. "What did I do?"

"You made me marry you", the man said. "Last night." Is this a joke? It has to be.

He smiles and lies back down. Now that I see it more clearly, this man isn't bad at all. He is rather young, probably in his twenties. He has a handsome face and light blue eyes that bring out his jet-black hair. Not to mention his muscles.

"Are you enjoying the view?" He asks playfully.

I snap out of my haze to look him in the eye. I had to get caught. He could pretend he hadn't seen me checking him.

"What happened yesterday?" I asked more seriously.

"You came into the room I booked and sat down next to me. You took a few drinks in a row. Then I offered to pay you a cab home."

The more he talks about it the more I remember.

I walked into a room thinking it was the exit to the roof after climbing all those stairs. This man was there with other people. They were all talking to each other until I got there. He was incredibly attractive in his three-piece suit. I sat astride him without paying attention to the others.

"You're beautiful," I whispered, putting my hands on his cheeks. Much more attractive than James. So much more. . .

A tear rolled down my cheek without me realizing it. He wipes it away quietly.

"Is everything alright?" he asks after a moment.

"Do you need me?" I asked without thinking.

"I don't know that yet. But you do need to sober up," he said, lifting me up and walking out of the room.

"Marry me."

"I'll call you a cab before the space cake I ate starts to kick in." He ignores me and goes outside of the room.

I shake my head and pass him a piece of cake. Meavy's famous mushroom cake. He gobbled it down thanking me before heading down to the bar. We had a drink together and then... . The space cake started to kick in. He was in his own world.

I walked to the town hall and dragged him with me. He pouted the whole way before he realized where we were.

"What are we doing here?" he asks at a loss.

"We are getting married?" I asked again. "Please."

"No! I am a free man!" He shouts, turning around. "Or a woman?"

"A human," I said, laughing stupidly. "Help me find someone else then."

We went inside and somehow went to register our marriage and pronounced our vows. None of us really knew what we were doing.

I have vague memories of coming here and then nothing.

"This is the last time I'll ever take drugs. In my whole life", he announces. "I thought I was in a dream until I woke up at 4 a.m. and found you asleep on my bed. I wish it had been the effect of the mushrooms and the weed."

"But you remember everything," I said.

"I don't remember a thing. I just taped us going to the city hall and coming here. It brought back some memories to watch the tapes, that's it."

A silence settles between us.

"I think we slept together," he says with a frown. It's the most logical explanation of our nudity. He lifts the sheet and looks underneath. I do the same and see a bright red stain on the sheets. We really did it. Besides, he should change the mattress.

"I gave my virginity to a stranger," I muttered in shock.

"You weren't the only one that was a virgin," he said with a sigh.

"I want a divorce," I said abruptly. "Now, right now."

He burst out laughing and look at me.

"I don't think that's going to be feasible."

"Give me one good reason why not."

"There is no such thing as divorce in my family. Plus, we signed a contract that there would be no divorce between us. We'll be together until death do us part," he concluded with a sorry smile.

We' re in the same boat.

What was I thinking signing that? My 'husband' pulls out his phone and shows me the famous contract with my signature at the bottom and our smiling faces next to the contract. I have a vague memory of thinking that just like that, he wouldn't abandon me.

No more drinking for the next ten years.

"It's illegal," I countered.

"I guess so. Go tell that to my folks. I don't know how the officiant found this document. I was sure I burned it. It's already too late, we got a marriage license. And I don't think any of us can afford a divorce. The contract mentions several hundred millions of dollars."

I might as well face the consequences of my actions as a responsible adult. Even more so because I was the one who asked this man to marry me. And I vividly remember taking him all the way to City Hall when he told me he was very well single. It seems that we are connected, for life.

"Can you remind me of your name? "I asked, defeated.

"Gabrielo Moretti," he replied, holding out his hand with a smile.

"Alma. Let's do our best to make this marriage work, Gabo."

"You can count on me."

He is about to continue when my phone rings.

Incoming call: Mom

"Mom, this is really not the right time."

"It's not my problem. The announcement has been moved up by two months. Try to find a date by then." Mom declares.

"All right. Have a good day, Mom."

Oh, my, what an old hag... I'm dropping on the mattress. I'll have to ask Gabrielo to come with me. What did I do to deserve this?

"Was that your mother? You look like crap," he points out curiously.

"As always, when she bothers to remind me that she's alive," I replied.

I get up from the bed, pulling the sheets behind me. I head to the bathroom to do my toilet quickly. Except that I'm not at home and I don't know where things are stored.

"Gabrielo, I called through the bathroom."

"What can I do for you, Alma?" he asked as he entered in his birthday suit.

I turn around abruptly and look away. I understand where my aches and pains come from now.

"Could you get me a toothbrush, toothpaste and a towel and soap, please?"

Gabo pulls everything out of several cupboards and sets it down by the sink.

"Make yourself at home", he says, leaning against the door frame. "I mean, you are home."

"Would you mind going outside? I would like to shower."

"You have nothing to hide from me anymore, Stellina."

"Stellina?" I repeted, frowning.

"It's Italian," he explains, stroking my hair. "A lovely word to describe my lovely wife."

He walks over and places a kiss on my forehead as I leave the bathroom. Maybe this marriage isn't such a bad thing. He's a handsome, loving, and smiling man.

"Close the door when you shower", he adds as he leaves.

I finish showering and get out, wrapped in the towel Gabrielo gave me. He is sitting on the bed wearing a tuxedo talking on the phone. He sees me and points to a dress on the bed. I hear a voice shouting from the other end of the phone.

After thanking him, I go back into the bathroom to change. He even put on underwear. It's embarrassing, but I don't have much choice. I dress quickly and go out after putting on my shoes from yesterday.

"Are you okay," I ask as I saw him sigh.

"Everything's fine," Gabo says, looking at me. "My mother just found out that I got married."