"Make sure you come and visit me regularly when they lock me up," I said, clinking glasses with Macy.
Upon her insistence, we were finally chilling by the water, sipping Mai Tais on the beach. Being me, I spent most of the day analyzing and reanalyzing the text I received from Britney last night. Macy, on the other hand, was in good spirits for someone who just lost her career overnight.
"You really need to calm down. What's done is done. The hot billionaire wants to nail you, not get you five to ten in the big house," she said, sipping on her drink.
"Up to fifteen," I corrected.
"Whatever," she countered with a smile on her face.
I reached for my phone to read Britney's text for the umpteenth time. Macy caught my hand and stopped me.
"We've done worst case scenario all afternoon
