I could hear the sound of my alarm, but I could barely focus on it because of the throbbing pain in my head. I reached out, not knowing where my phone would be and patted every surface until I found it and pressed a button, silencing the alarm.

Groaning audibly, I tried to think of what day it was and what I had to do. I sat up suddenly, remembering that I had an appointment at eleven. I groaned again, as the sudden movement made my head throb again.

Slowly, the list of things to do today came back to me. I had set aside the day to visit venues with Caroline and Aiden.

Aiden.

Aiden!

My eyes flew open and I looked around me. I was alone, but I was in my living room, not my bedroom. I looked around. My purse was on the counter, along with a bag from McDonald's and the shoes I wore yesterday were on the floor near the counter.

Slowly, the previous night came back to me in flashes and when I started recollecting meeting Aiden Carlisle, I could feel my cheeks starting to heat up.

What had I said to him? What had I done?

I tried to find clues in the apartment, but I was fully clothed and had all of my belongings and only my belongings. I had faint recollections of telling him about Ian and food. Did I tell him anything about his wedding? About Caroline?

I rubbed my eyes, yawned and got up, trying to ease out the pain in my bones. As I was walking around collecting my things to take into my room, I realized that I hadn't set my own alarm, which could only mean that Aiden had done it, knowing I may not wake up otherwise.

My heart swelled with affection for a man that I barely knew. I shook my head, trying to shake out the thoughts of Aiden Carlisle, someone else's fiancé being nice to me, and got ready for the day.

I put on a pair of skin-coloured stockings under a cream pencil skirt and a coffee coloured sleeveless blouse. I opened the bag of McDonald's and finished the tenders and chicken nuggets that were left and a bowl of cereal to get me through the next few hours. I popped an aspirin into my mouth to help with the headache, put on my cream flared coat and walked out the door.

On my entire drive to the hotel where I would meet Caroline and Aiden, I thought about the previous night and how in the world I would face Aiden.

I collected my things and went to meet the manager of the hotel.

"Rosalie," he said, smiling, "I'm so glad you recommended us to Mr. Carlisle and Ms. Baxter."

Hotels loved to treat me and my clients well so that I constantly brought in business for them. I got gift hampers for holidays and the first pick of open days. It was a great position to be in.

"Mike, you know I'll keep bringing you people if you keep up your standards like in the past," I told him.

He and I went over a few available dates in the month of June of the following year until Caroline and Aiden walked into Mike's office.

"Rosalie! I'm so excited for today! We can finally put some concrete plans together!" she told me, clutching my arm.

"Yes, Caroline, I do hope we can find something you like today," I nodded.

She looked over my shoulder. "Is that a catalog of the halls?" she asked, looking at the book Mike and I had been rifling through.

"Yes," I said, as she pushed past me and over to the table, where Mike was standing, adjusting his tie and smiling at her, nervously.

"Ms. Baxter, it's such an honour to have you," he told her, "And you, Mr. Carlisle." Mike nodded over my shoulder at Aiden.

"Thank you, Mike," Aiden said from right behind me, making me jump.

"This is fascinating," Caroline told Mike, sitting down and going through the book.

I turned to Aiden, squishing my eyes shut before opening them to look up at him. My heart was racing and I could almost feel the heat from the embarrassment I was feeling.

Aiden was looking down at me, expectantly, with a small smile on his handsome face.

"Aiden," I breathed, trying to make sure the other two occupants of the room couldn't hear me, "I don't know what to say. I'm so embarrassed."

He smirked and leaned down to me slightly. "No hangover?" he teased, showing the playboy side of him.

I could feel my face heating up more. "I'm so sorry for any inconvenience," I said, "And thank you for bringing me home. I can't thank you enough for what you did."

He shook his head and shrugged. "Don't mention it," he said, "Are you alright?"

I nodded and wanted to answer him, but I was cut off by Caroline.

"Aiden, come here and look at this hall," she said.

"Actually, why don't we go see it in person?" Mike suggested, getting up.

We all walked over to the grand ballroom, with Caroline telling us exactly how she wanted to hall to look on the day of the wedding.

Once we entered, Caroline looked around, with an eyebrow raised. "What do you think, Aiden?"

"It's nice," he said, looking around as well.

Caroline rolled her eyes. "Is that all?"

"The chandeliers are elegant," Aiden went on, "And the drapes mellow out, which means they can really carry off all the red decorations you want." He began to walk around.

"Because the whole event is going to be so red," Aiden whispered to me as he passed.

My eyes widened, as I recalled the things I had said about how red the wedding would be. He looked back at me, as he walked away and smiled at my expression.

Caroline looked at Aiden like she was marginally impressed and turned her attention back to Mike, hounding him with questions about what she could change.

"Oh, Rosalie," she said, walking over to me, "How many people can we put in here?"

"Well, Caroline, with your dimensions for a dance floor, the head table and your special seating area, I think the number of tables would be cut down by about six, which means that given the fact that the tables could fit 12 people, it would cut your guest list by 72."

Caroline's eye widened. "We can't have that!"

She walked away from me and over to Mike, talking to him about opening up the hall. Aiden had finished his round and came to a halt near me.

"I'm sorry if I said anything to offend you," I told him.

He shook his head. "You didn't say anything offensive; I promise. I'm sorry about your breakup," he said, "Although, after hearing about Ian yesterday, I'm inclined to think that it was a good thing, too."

I snapped my head in his direction. "What did I say?"

"Nothing in particular, but you did mention that he never listened to you and thought you were boring," Aiden said, "Don't worry. I won't tell anyone."

"I should reimburse you for the drinks," I told him, "I don't think I paid for them and have a faint recollection of you telling the bartender that you'll pay for it."

Aiden shook his head. "Don't worry about. As you mentioned, I do have a billion dollars, even though I may not roll around in it all day."

He raised an eyebrow and we both laughed, quietly, my cheeks heating up again.

"And thank you for buying me junk food," I said, "It was so thoughtful of you."

"You were pretty insistent," he whispered to me, "You demanded that I took you to Mickey D's or you would be very cranky."

He laughed in my ear, making goose-bumps appear all over me and I shivered a little.

"It really isn't like me to get drunk like that," I went on, ignoring the sensation, "I don't drown my problems in alcohol or anything. I hardly drink. Honestly. I don't know what came over me yesterday, especially to tell a complete stranger about my personal life."

"Well, I'd hardly say we're complete strangers, Rosalie," Aiden said, "You had me fill out a form to find out the things I liked. In fact, I'd say we're only just about even now, since I learned about your love for junk food and elevator jazz."

I blushed, probably profusely as he told me about the things I did. He chuckled and I laughed with him.

"I guess I did sort of lose my mind yesterday," I agreed, "My friends have told me that I tend to like deep fried things, especially when I'm drunk. But I'm still quite embarrassed that you had to see me like that."

"Don't worry about," Aiden assured, smiling, "Your secrets are completely safe with me." He winked at me, nodding.

I wanted to ask more about the secrets he knew, but Caroline turned to us. "Rosalie, I want you to take Aiden to that tailor you recommended to me," she said, "Get him to put some suits on and play around with it. Narrow it down to about five and then I'll have a look at it, okay? This week?"

"Definitely, Caroline," I nodded, putting it down in my list of things to do.

"Make sure that it goes with the whole red theme, okay?" she said, "Let's see the adjoining hall now."

She walked away with Mike telling her about the next hall.

Aiden pumped his eyebrows, with a grin. "Red!"