Charlie barely had time to close the hotel room door before chaos erupted.
The second Mia clocked the shirt, she gasped like she’d seen a ghost.
“Oh. My. GOD.”
Anna squinted through one half-open eye, then sat bolt upright. “WHY are you wearing a man shirt.”
Chloe’s mascara was doing its best raccoon impression as she leaned forward, voice gravelly. “Is that… Rowan’s?”
Charlie dropped her bag and winced as three hungover heads snapped toward her like synchronized owls.
“Can everyone please lower their voices,” she begged. “My skull is actively trying to escape my body.”
They did not lower their voices.
Mia pointed dramatically. “You left here in heels and confidence and came back in his clothes.”
Anna crawled across the bed clutching a pillow. “Did you SLEEP with him?”
Chloe snif
