Taylor had taken her sweet time getting ready. Her body was still sore, every step reminding her of last night—and the night before that. But she wasn’t the kind of woman to stay buried under blankets all day, no matter how wrecked she felt.
So she pulled herself together.
Her morning routine was sacred, even if it was nearly noon. Long, hot shower. A touch of makeup to bring life back into her tired face. Soft waves in her hair, and a fitted lilac dress that cinched her waist just right. It wasn’t about who might see her—it was about feeling like herself again. Grounded. Sharp. A little dramatic, maybe. But that was Taylor.
She padded into the kitchen, heels clicking softly against the floor, the smell of strong coffee already lifting her mood. She needed it to kick in and save her.
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