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Chapter One Mya Anderson Miami Florida - 8:15am
The alarm clock next to my bed, repeatedly buzzed causing the hangover from my wild night to make itself known. My hand rubbed my forehead as I squeezed my eyes tighter. Headache go awaaaaaay, ugh. Opening one eye, I reached over to my phone and picked it up. Bringing up my Instagram, I made a post letting my shoppers know my store will be closed. I own this cute boutique on Biscayne.
Im sure a few ladies will be highly upset. It's the week of memorials day and they need those last minute outfits for all the parties going on in the city. There's a few days before those events occur so they'll be okay. Rolling over in my stomach, I prepared to go back to sleep until my phone rung. I groaned. "You gotta be fucking kidding me." I picked it up swiping the Green answer button and put it to my ear. "Hello." I said hoping whoever this was could hear the sleepiness in my voice.
"BITCH!" My loud ass best friend Syren yelled through the phone. "So I'm on my way to work, planning to come to my best friends shop when I get off, only to get a notification from Instagram about a post that you put up saying the boutique won't be open. Now tell you me you fucking lying."
"I'm not Sy, I'm fucked up from last night. I will not be able to function. I know it's going to be crazy in there and the way this headache is set up, I just can't do it."
"You're such a goddamn lightweight. I drunk just as much as you did and I'm good about to knock out this nice shift at this stupid hospital. They better be glad I love these old people." Syren is an RN at a nursing home. We were supposed to be pursing that together but me working for other people just never worked out. I don't like abiding by the rules at times and my attitude is shitty at times. So I opened my boutique and have looked back on a 9 to 5 since then.
"Nobody told you to have a high tolerance for alcohol like yo daddy. The store will be open tomorrow, now remove yourself from my phone line so I can get some rest."
"Bi—."
I hit the end button and put my phone on airplane mode. Now I can peacefully sleep off this hangover.
2:28PM
Okay, hangover gone.
Since I didn't open the shop today, I decided to give them a discount. 20% off should keep them happy. Once I got out of bed, I jumped in the shower and got dressed. Make up and putting on a cute outfit was out the question. I slipped on my gray jumpsuit from fashionnova, this cute ass cropped hoodie from my boutique, the one that is cut above your breast. I put my curly hair up into a messy bun. Of course that ECO gel slicked the life out of my edges. A black Louis Vuitton fanny pack was wrapped around my waist. The Louis shades and gymshoes to top it off.
