MARIA POV
The bathroom was a little less chaotic than the rest of the club, though the pounding bassline still vibrated faintly through the walls. The harsh fluorescent lights made me squint as I pushed the door open. A group of girls was gathered near the mirrors, chatting animatedly while touching up their lipstick and adjusting their hair. Their laughter rang sharp and clear, cutting through the fog of tequila-induced dizziness swirling in my head.
I moved past them, offering a quick, apologetic smile as I stumbled slightly. One of them looked up, her brows furrowing in mild concern, but I didn’t stop. I needed to sit down for a moment, or at least find some semblance of balance.
Sliding into an empty stall, I locked the door and leaned against it for a second, closing my eyes to st
