Olivia
I woke with a start at 5:43 AM, seventeen minutes before my alarm. My mouth felt like sandpaper, and my head throbbed with the beginnings of a hangover.
"Coffee," I croaked, dragging myself out of bed. "Need coffee."
The bathroom mirror revealed the full extent of my poor life choices: mascara smudged under my eyes, hair tangled in a nest that would make birds jealous, and a crease mark on my cheek from my pillowcase.
"Gorgeous," I told my reflection sarcastically. "Absolutely stunning."
I grimaced at my tangled hair, then stepped into the shower, letting the hot water wash away last night's makeup and drama. The memory of Madison and Stella's words lingered like the wine headache pulsing at my temples.
"Not thinking about that now," I muttered, working shampoo into my hair. "
