So maybe sitting down hadn't been so terrible a suggestion. Carrie looked at the letter, but she wasn't really reading the words. She couldn't get past the "Mr. and Mrs. Grayson" bit.
"I-" She was fighting with the words and losing terribly. "What the fucking fuck? We couldn't have-" Except for the fact that they'd gotten so pissed that neither of them could remember what had happened. And, a quiet voice in the back of Carrie's head kindly reminded her, their being drunk had almost definitely been her fault. "This is some mistake!" She sounded slightly panicked. Carrie didn't want to believe it. Maybe it was a prank or a bad joke or something, anything that made this not real. She wasn't ready to be married, she didn't want to be married.