"Baby!" I hear, along with a loud knock on the door.

I gradually pick myself up from the bathroom floor, wincing in pain. How did I end up falling asleep here?

"Juls, open the door," I hear again. This time, I let out a sigh and make my way to my feet. My dress from last night is still on, the zipper undone from the previous evening.

I glance at my reflection in the mirror above the vanity. Red eyes, tangled hair, a brutal hangover with a pounding headache.

As I turn ...