I stir lazily in bed and let out a sigh as I debate whether to wake up or not. God, I feel so exhausted and I am still a little sleepy, I can’t even open my eyes. I don’t know what time we slept last night, we took a couple glasses of wine and gossiped and danced and laughed the better part of the night.
It was really fun, we had an amazing girl’s time.
I decide to laze in bed a little longer, it is Saturday anyway and I don’t have plans until 1:00 pm, lunch with Heather, and to be honest I am a little anxious about it. Zoey thinks that maybe Leo already told his mom about Aycn and she wants to talk about her sons.
I honestly don’t want to overthink it. I don’t want to think about the Wilsons; I don’t want to think about Heather or Leo or Aycn for that matter, but it has been kinda ha
