I have a terrible headache. I got home without knowing, and I was topless. Did Ethan drove me home?
"Hannah, it's your last! Maybe next time you'll get pregnant without your permission," as I sermon myself while messing on my hair.
I'm late for work, and my head seems to explode. How much did I drink that passed me out? Later I need to find out with Ethan what happened, and it must be despicable.
When I went down, I saw a jacket in the living room. I can't tell it's Ethan because it's too small for him.
I didn't pay attention much because of what time already, so I hurried to take a shower, didn't eat, and just got dressed—eyebrow then enough.
My car is here, so someone must drove me. I don't even remember driving home last night.
I was wearing my high heels, thin blouse, and n
