Friday, October 20th, 7:05 AM

Morning light filtered through the curtains when Honey stirred from sleep. She stretched languidly before reaching for her phone on the nightstand, squinting at the screen's brightness. Quickly checking to see she hadn't overslept

Ten messages from Lauren and Maggie lit up her notifications, all variations of the same theme:

Lauren: HOLY SHIT HE'S FUCKING GORGEOUS

Lauren: Why didn't you tell us your boss looked like THAT?

Lauren: Those SHOULDERS. That JAW. I'm ...