~ SIENNA ~I woke up with a terrible hangover the next morning. Apparently after the toilet incident, I ended up drinking even more than I had drunk before. Margo had driven a wasted me home, put me to sleep and spent the night over. Now, she was in the kitchen preparing breakfast for us. What would I do without my best friend? Forcing myself out of bed, I slipped my silk robe off and tried to see the tattoo by looking down my back but it hurt my neck and still, I could barely make out the design. So I walked to the full length mirror in my bedroom and turned my back to it, looking at my naked reflection on its shiny surface. There it was. The word ‘Harry’ written in clear cursive handwriting. Harry had chosen the tattoo shop, the tattoo artist — he insisted it be a woman, the tattoo design, everything. Thankfully, it was a small tattoo and he didn’t ask for his face to be drawn on my whole back.With a sigh, I wore my robe again and returned to bed. What a fool I was. I knew I had
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