The next morning, Molly woke up on Meena's sofa, groggy and with a terrible hangover. Unable to remember what happened last night, she slowly got up. Observing her surroundings, she saw that Meena was asleep on the floor and had a ghastly feather boa around her. Mary was nowhere to be found. She probably went back to her place.

After using the loo, Molly looked at herself in the mirror. She brushed her hair back with her left hand, realizing she had a big light up ring on her finger rather than her actual engagement ring.

"Oh no! No no no no! This can't be happening," Molly panicked. From the sitting room, she heard Mary.

"Molls? Where are you?"

"In the bathroom," Molly replied.

"Is everything alright?" Mary asked.

"Look!" Molly showed her the flashing ring on her finger.

"Oh, God," her eyes widened. "What happened?"

"I don't know! I've been trying to figure that out! I can't remember anything from last night!" Molly was on the verge of a full on panic attack.

"Calm down, it's okay, we'll find the ring, okay? It'll be fine." Mary was soothing her, stroking her hair.

"What's all ta noise? What's wong? Meena asked, spitting a feather out of her mouth.

"Why are you talking like that?" Mary asked. "Do you have a retainer?"

"Huh? I dunno," Meena replied, sticking out her tongue.

"Oh my God, you have a tongue piercing!" Molly exclaimed.

"I do?" Meena quickly took it out.

"What the hell happened last night?" Mary asked.

They walked out to the sitting room, and Molly spotted a receipt on the table.

"It's from a tattoo parlor," she said. "One tongue piercing and one tattoo." They all immediately began checking themselves for ink.

"Found it!" Meena pointed out.

"My ring?" Molly asked.

"Mary's hoe tag!"

"You mean a tramp stamp?" Molly asked with amusement.

"What is it? What's on my back?" Mary was turning every which way.

"It's a small red rose," Meena answered. "Awww for Rosie!"

"Guess it could've been worse," Mary remarked.

Molly spoke up, "well, we can split up and retrace our steps."

"I'll go to the parlor, and you two can go to the pubs," Meena suggested. "We'll find your ring, Molls."

Once inside the last pub they remembered, Molly and Mary set off to search for the ring. The looked under tables and barstools, and even in the bathroom, but found nothing.

"Hey, excuse me," Mary called out to the bartender. "We lost an engagement ring last night. Did you happen to find one this morning?"

"No, sorry, I haven't seen one," the bartender, Tara, replied. "But hey, how'd it go with that cute guy last night?"

"Me? What cute guy?" Molly asked, panicking again.

"I didn't see his face, but you were definitely enjoying kissing him," Tara answered with a shrug.

They left the pub and sat outside on the steps.

"What am I gonna tell Sherlock?" she cried, tears causing her mascara to run down her face. "I kissed another man!"

"Hey, it may not have been you at all," Mary tried reassuring her. "You probably just look like someone else."

"I can't be certain," Molly told her. "I need to tell Sherlock."

A knock sounded outside of his door, and Sherlock opened it up to a sobbing Molly.

"Molly, darling, what's wrong?" he asked.

"The wedding's off," she told him.

"Wait ,what? Why?" he was panicking now.

"I,"—she took a deep breath—"I may or may not have kissed someone at the pub last night. I don't even know who it was. And on top of that, I lost my engagement ring, and—"

"You mean, this engagement ring?" Sherlock asked, pulling her ring from his jacket pocket. "I kept it for safekeeping. It was your idea."

"My idea? When did I give that to you?" she inquired.

"Last night, after you snogged the breath out of me," Sherlock laughed. Molly's memory came back and she recalled that moment.

"There's my gorgeous consulting detective," she smiled at him.

"So, what was so important that I had to come all the way down here?" he asked with amusement.

"I needed to tell you something, but it's a secret," she replied.

"I'm listening," he encouraged her.

"I love you. I mean, I really really love you. I have always loved you for, well, years," Molly told him.

"I love you too, honeybee. I've loved you for years even if I didn't realize it as quickly," Sherlock spoke softly.

Before another word could be said, Molly's lips were on his and her arms were thrown around his neck.

"Surprise glitter attack!" Meena laughed, throwing a pinch of purple glitter at them playfully. "Get a room, you two!"

"I should get going anyways," Sherlock said. "Enjoy the rest of your night, darling. I love you."

"I love you too."

"Oh my gosh," Molly laughed with relief. "It was you I kissed. Oh thank God. I didn't think I'd ever do something so horrible; and I was right, I didn't."

"Is the wedding back on?" he asked hopefully.

"Yes, of course," Molly told him. "I've been waiting to marry you for a long time."

"Yes, I think you've waited long enough," he agreed.

"By the way, do you know an Elena Rider?" Molly inquired. "We kinda invited her to tag along with us last night."

"Damn woman," Sherlock growled.

"What?"

"Elena Ride is an anagram," he explained. "One of the many names used by The Woman."

"The Woman? Irene Adler?" Molly asked.

"The very same," he told her.

"Irene Adler crashed my hen night, bought us drinks, took me lingerie shopping, and taught me—well, tried to teach me—how to pole dance." Molly let that sink in. Sherlock's jaw dropped.

"I think you may have had a little too much fun," he joked. "You look like you've had a long day. I could draw you a bath."

"A bath for both of us?" Molly questioned.

"As you wish."

Author's Note: 2 chapters in one night, whaaaaaat? lol