Alexa
“Alexa.” My mother’s disapproving tone demanded my attention. She tapped a red lacquered nail against the table and pulled me from my hungover thoughts. “You look an absolute mess. I hope your night out with your so-called friends was worth it.”
I straightened the sundress around my knees, and shifted in my seat. Though my memories of the night before were somewhat foggy, a slow smile spread across my lips. Last night was everything a twenty-first birthday was supposed to be. Too much alcohol? Check. Bad decisions? Oh yeah. Embarrassing things I’d never do or say when I was sober? Ding, ding, ding. And this morning, I’d had the hangover from hell to prove it and absolutely no regrets.
CheckOh yeah.Ding, ding, dingShe dug through her purse and with an overzealous huff, she offere
