I wake up to seventeen missed calls.My head is pounding. My mouth tastes like regret and cheap wine. I reach for my phone and immediately regret it when the screen brightness stabs my eyes.Twelve calls from my mom. Three from Brandon. Two from numbers I don't recognize.Great.I check the time. 11:47 AM. I slept through my alarm. Through three client meetings. Through any chance of salvaging today.There's a text from Maya: **Check Instagram. Don't freak out.**I immediately freak out.I open Instagram. My notifications are exploding. Hundreds of new followers. Dozens of DMs. Comments on photos from months ago.What the hell?I click on my latest post. A photo from last week's wedding. Simple caption about love and new beginnings. Very on brand for a wedding photographer.Except now it has 3,000 comments.**@kellsey_marie: This you? The psycho ex from Tyler's party?****@bradonfoster_official: For everyone asking, yes this is my ex. Yes she made a scene. Yes I'm sorry you all had to
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