Draya
The next morning, I opened my eyes to an extra bright room with sunlight peeking from the windows, and my phone blowing up.
I groaned and rolled over to check the screen. Lily and Robin had started a group chat meltdown, waiting on me.
Lily: 'Wake up Draya! SPILL. NOW.'
Robin: 'You can’t ghost us after THAT exit. Details, Draya!'
Lily: 'Matter of fact, we're coming over. Be there in 20.'
I laughed and typed a quick reply: 'Fine. Bring coffee.'
Twenty minutes later, my doorbell rang and there they were, Lily with a pack of iced lattes and Robin with a bag of pastries, both grinning like they’d won the lottery.
“Girl, you look like you got run over by a sexy truck," Lily said, barging in.
I rolled my eyes, still in my silk robe and my hair a mess. “Thanks for the compliment.”
