[A part of her expected to recognize the guy sharing this room with her, as if that would unlock whatever memories from the night before that are lost to her. She swears, if she had a shotgun wedding and somehow forgot everything about it, she may very well explode! Literally. But she doesn't recognize this guy. The idea that she simply forgot about a night of eloping is getting less and less feasible.

One good thing: the fact she fails to recognize him is a point in favor of this not being another dream-prison, so that's nice.]

Elphelt the Valentine! [Wait. Not incorrect, but--] I mean, Valentine. Elphelt Valentine.

[Maybe she should think of an epithet for herself. Everyone she knows seems to have one. But adding to her stage image can wait. She needs to do something about this whole...everything.]

Did you...wake up in that ? This better be a big misunderstanding, because I don't think my spirit can handle the thought of my honeymoon being nothing but my husband passing out in his full tuxedo.

[Unless he got fully clothed after the honeymoon fun to intentionally sleep in it, which is much too insane to consider.]