(Luciana POV)
The next day I woke up on the floor groaning in pain. My head felt like it would explode.
The room was still dark and the clock showed it was only 3 am. I sighed and stood up from the floor.
I looked at the mirror to see my horrible appearance. My hair was now messy and the accessories were hanging all over my hair. My makeup was smudge and mixed with tears giving a sticky feeling to my face.
"I need to take a bath" I muttered turning to the bathroom.
I slowly started to strip and got into the showers. The warm waters calmed my nerves and I felt more relaxed.
I hate parties and today was no different.
All those scrutinizing stares and their dumb remarks were tiring. Even if I walk a step forward they will find means to degrade me.
Criticism is something I learned t
