Alexander
I let out a sigh of relief as Sarah finally answered my call.
"Hello, my handsome brother," her voice slurred through the line.
I rolled my eyes. I'd been waiting for what felt like an eternity for her to pick up, and now I was met with her drunk chatter.
"I've called more than a hundred times, Sarah."
"Really? Why, Alexander? Do you want to join my party?" Sarah's voice was laced with a playful giggle. "We are short of strippers. I mean, I have no interest in seeing your body... eww... but my friends seem to think that you're hot and sexy."
I placed my hand on my forehead, shaking it in dismay. How was I supposed to have a serious conversation with my drunk sister?
"No, I don't want to strip or be a stripper in your party. I called you for something more important."
"You want to be among my bridesmaids?" she asked.
I tried to steer the conversation back on track, but Sarah's drunken haze seemed to warp her understanding.
I sighed inwardly. "No, Sarah. Do you remember wh
