Andrea’s head felt like it was caught in a vice. Even though she’d taken plenty of medicine and hydrated before she came for her costume fitting, there was no denying she’d drank way too much. All she wanted to do was go home and go back to sleep.
“Girl, you look like sh*t,” the makeup artist, Stephon, said with a giggle. “What the hell did you do last night?”
Andrea groaned. “I don’t remember.”
He laughed so loud he snorted through his nose and then ran a hand through his spiky blue hair. “Honey, next time you better take me!”
That got a smile out of Andre, but she couldn’t actually laugh or her head might explode. “Why are you here, Stephon? Not that I’m not happy to see you, but I thought I was just with Naveah today.” The costume designer was across the room, speaking with an assis
