I groaned and rolled over when my alarm went off at seven-thirty. It was already time to drag myself into the land of the living and pretend yesterday didn't happen.

I shuffled to the bathroom, catching my reflection in the mirror. Yikes, my eyes were puffy from crying, my hair looked like a bird had nested in it, and there was a lovely pillow crease across my cheek.

Absolutely stunning.

After a quick shower that did nothing to improve my mood, I threw on a navy dress that didn't require ...