Seraphina
FIVE YEARS LATER
My alarm didn't go off.
Or maybe it did and I slept right through it, because when I opened my eyes, the sun was already out. I blinked at the ceiling, groaned, and reached for my phone. The screen lit up with the time.
10:42 a.m.
"Great," I muttered. "Just fantastic."
I sat up, rubbing my face. My head felt dizzy from last night, which was the result of just one too many cocktails with the girls. A "finally off work" kind of night. I told myself I'd get home early. I didn't. I told myself I wouldn't oversleep. I did.
I threw my hair into a messy ponytail and checked my schedule. I had a cake tasting at noon for a client's bridal shower. A conference call with a venue manager at two.
A walkthrough at four. And somewhere in between, I needed to answer emails, fix a seating chart disaster, and pretend I was a functioning adult.
Typical day.
