Sophie Barnes
Sitting on the pool bench and having my back being pat by Ronda, and being feed a glass of champagne by an immaculate woman I was still yet to know in front wasn't what I thought my life would look like when I struggled to get off the kitchen surface. They both looked worried at me as I continued to breath heavily while savoring the taste of champagne in my mouth. It was definitely the expensive kind. There was an aching at the back of my throat as I tried to keep myself in the know-how of why they were so nice to me.
“How are you feeling?” The stranger asked in a silk tone. Her brunette hair glistened in the orange sunset like a scene from the early 2000's movie. It resembled a retreat for the young version of real housewives.
“I am better. I slept off on the counter a
