263 Walk Of Shame

(Winona)

I push the door open to Lisa’s apartment, the morning light already way too harsh. I’ve got my sunglasses on, but I’m still squinting like a vampire.

My dress from last night clings in all the wrong places, and my hair?

Let’s just say it’s seen better days. So have my insides which are currently mush. I’m aching and throbbing in places I forgot I had.

I step in, trying to act like I’m fine, but Lisa’s already clocked me from the couch. She’s lounging in her PJs, sipping coffee like she’s waiting for the latest gossip.

Which, of course, she is.

“Well, look who finally decided to show up!” she calls out, her tone dripping with amusement. “Walk of shame queen!”

I roll my eyes, tossing my bag onto the kitchen counter. “Don’t start.”

“Oh, honey, I’m just getting started.” She sets her coffee down, eyes twinkling. “You’re still in the same dress, your hair looks like you just rolled out of a very busy bed, and you’re walking like you’ve ridden a wild stallion. Spill!”

I laugh, shak