ONE HUNDRED AND TWENTY-EIGHT.

MINUTES EARLIER.

Walking out of the bathroom, a knock sounds at my bedroom door.

“Come in,” I call out, jumping back under the sheets in the bed I share with Alessandro.

The door slowly pries open. I glance up and watch as Nic and Selena walk into the room, looking like utter shit.

They look how I feel.

Pointing to the bottle of painkillers on the bedside table, “help yourself, there's no ice water, so you'll have to go downstairs for that,” I say as I try to stifle a yawn behind my hands.

“Babe,” Nic says in her 'I have something to tell you, and you're not going to like it' voice.

Shit…

The blood drains from my face.

“What's wrong?” I ask as I sit upright, pulling the sheet with me.

Selena sits down on the bed, followed by Nic, and she opens the laptop she had walked in with and turns it around to face me.

“There are some pictures…” Selena says as she glances at Nic.

“Of what?” I ask before looking at the screen.

If it's about the shitfest that happened last night.

I might jus