Becca.

Waking the next morning, I had the worst hangover of my life. Allegra and I had stayed up all night talking, laughing, and more or less, me crying. I was a mess, but like Allegra told me, I needed to putl my big girl panties on and take care of my shit.

The only problem was, I wasn’t sure how.

Slipping from bed, I made my way towards the bathroom to freshen myself up. I had to come up with a game plan, because as nice as Allegra was, I ...