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My heart is pounding dangerously in my chest and stupid, traitourous tears escape my big, doe-like eyes.
Stupid, stupid, stupid.
This is what you get for becoming involved in something so futile as a one night stand, Swan. AND giving out a wrong name, meanwhile thinking you were dreaming!
Holy crow.
I round the corner and come face to face with an seemingly amused maid who looks me up and down, objectifying me.
Skank.
Shooting my death glare, I push past her, out of the fancy part of the hotel, out of luxury and back into reality.
Hard, sharp reality. It hurts.
However, I've thankfully calmed myself down and the tears have stopped cascading down my cheeks.
Thank you, Lord. If you're up there. If not, then hey, carbon dioxide, oxygen and hydrogen inhabited air. Welcome to my awkward rambling.
I reach the hotel room and walk through, tentatively to find a sprawled out Alice and Rosalie, holding each other tightly with pained expressions on their sleeping faces as a low snore escapes Rosalie.
She snores? Huh.
I scratch my arm lightly, awkwardly before touching Rosalie's shoulder roughly and she bolts awake, leaving Alice to be thrown on the floor by the sheer force of her actions.
Did I mention the death stares and array of shopping bags around us?
"You got fucked!"
I blanch. Uh-oh.