She doesn't believe in coincidences, love at first sight or any other kind of fateful encounter.
But when life throws the twice-as-old Formula 1 team boss Toto Wolff at her feet, the lines between professionalism and public life become blurred.
Neit...
Her head throbbed. harder. it got stronger and stronger. The taste in her mouth disgusted her. She didn't dare open her eyes, let alone move. The fear of what was to come was far too great.
She just lay there, moaning in pain, still holding her mobile phone in her hand. After a while she fell asleep again.
The second time she woke up, the feeling was somehow even worse. The thing that bothered her the most, was the fact that she had to pee. Quite urgent. She was laying on her back, slowly opening both eyes. The bright daylight shining through the windows made her head nearly explode. Thank god she was in her room.
She propped herself up on her elbows and looked around her room. It looked disastrous. Apparently she had drunkenly cleared the dresser and desk, but at least she was alone.
She laid down again as everything was spinning around her, which only increased the feeling of nausea. She was still wearing one shoe and yesterday's top. Somehow she had still managed to take off her starry skirt from yesterday.
She simply stared at the ceiling. What the fuck happened yesterday? "What the fuck happened yesterday and who's the guy in my bed?" moaned Daisy, who was only wearing a bra and panties, standing in the doorway.
She entered the room and lay down on the bed next to Joanne. "I think I'm dying," Joanne moaned.
"I threw up twice just walking over here." Daisy's voice cracked. "When did we get home?" "No fucking clue."
Now Lina appeared in the room. She was covered in glitter from head to toe. Her dress was ripped open at the side and she squeezed herself onto the bed between Joanne and Daisy.
"What about dry January?", she asked with self misery. "I'm in," Joanne almost whispered, but she couldn't speak any louder, "I don't think I can ever drink again." She hadn't moved an inch yet. Daisy just moaned in the affirmative. Pushing her dark brown hair out of her face.
Now they were all three lying there, like a heap of misery. One was worse off than the other. It was just pure silence.
After a while, Joanne was the first to get up. But only because she would otherwise piss herself. Slowly she staggered from her bed to the bathroom, but not without pausing halfway.
After dumping all the contents of her stomach for the last 24 hours down the loo, she felt at least a little better, but the headache was still very dominant.
With her toothbrush in her mouth, she squeezed herself between the sink and the toilet and opened her mobile phone. She hoped to find some clues about the previous night.
Unfortunately far too quickly, apparently Instagram was her best friend yesterday.
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