(Celine's POV) After we had drunk about two bottles of champagne in the car, Jace and I arrived at a magnificent white house. I was intoxicated, mumbling words that weren't coherent. Jace wasn't drunk, so he carried me, and I heard him whisper in my left ear, "This is so unlike you, babe. You got drunk by just two bottles, and you normally finish up to five bottles in a day without getting drunk." "What?!" I gasped in his arms, laughing, as I reminded myself to behave well, not knowing that I said it out loud. "I have to be my sister, you know, trying to mimic her now that she is not around. I miss her so much," I said, and Jace looked at my face as he brought me into the room that he wanted us to use for our honeymoon. "Why not take me home?" I asked him, and he smiled. "We are home already. Seems like you are too drunk. We are in my house—my room, which is now our bedroom." Jace gently placed me on the bed, and I realized I had thought he was taking me to a hotel for our h
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