The air in my apartment was still thick with Shane’s scent and the aftershock of his words, but I wasn’t about to let a man’s insecurity ruin my morning.

After a scandalous leak, a little drama, and a threatening knock on the door—I deserved to feel fabulous.

I tossed on a designer crop top, high-waisted jeans that hugged my curves like sin, slipped into my red-bottom heels, and paired it all with a flawless cherry-gloss lip.

It's time to go shopping. That was my antidote ...