Zoey’s POV
That dress is too revealing.
I woke up later than usual, I just lay on my bed staring at the ceiling, trying to remember what day it was when all the memories of the previous night came rushing in, Christian's hand in my waist…..
My phone buzzed interrupting my thoughts. Yesterday, that sound meant bad news, it meant people were talking about me, laughing at me, and judging me, but today it felt different.
I picked it up slowly, the screen was filled with notifications, messages, tags, and headlines, I opened one article and a picture of Christian and me popped up immediately.
I stared at it longer than I meant to. That girl looked confident like she belonged next to him, I kept scrolling.
People were talking about my hair, my dress, and my smile, someone even compared
