Chapter Knot so Lucky: Prologue
eleanor
Samantha: ELLE!!!! WHERE ARE YOU? WTF WAS THAT ON YOUR INSTA LAST NIGHT?
Samantha: Eleanor. I’m serious. It looked like you were at a chapel in Vegas.
Samantha: Tell me I’m wrong.
Samantha: Oh. My. God. I will strangle you when I see you if you don’t answer me stat.
Me: …
Me: …
Samantha: Eleanor Margaret Thomas. I can see the bubbles.
Me: All caps…seriously? My head hurts, and you’re yelling? Have some respect for the hangover.
Me: You’re a menace. Why couldn’t I have been an only child?
Samantha: SHUT UP. We’re texting. And how am I supposed to know you have a hangover?
Me: Because I’m in Vegas. Duh.
Me: Stop being stupid on purpose. Also, how dare you call me by my full name.
Me: There is trauma in my initials. One monogrammed hand towel, and suddenly I’m calling for help.
Samantha: You’ll need an EMT if you don’t answer my questions.
Me: Fine… Jesus Nagatha Christie… Fuck. So yeah, about last night…