NORA
Perhaps I shouldn't have drunk so much.
The next morning, I woke up to a raging hangover and a bottle of water and some aspirin set on my bedside table. Liam was nowhere to be found—no surprise there. And neither was my sense of dignity.
A wave of embarrassment washed over me as I recalled the events from last night. Dancing at the bar with Mark, going back to his room with him, confessing my feelings for Liam, and rebuking said Liam when he began to question my life choices.
In all, I'd say it was a good day. The drinking aside.
I groaned, grabbing the aspirin and downing it like it was the solution to all my problems.
I leaned back in bed, hoping for a few more hours of sleep, but my phone ringing cut through that bliss, the continuous sound sending waves of irritation through
