Elegantly Wasted
I pour myself a glass of red, letting the rich liquid soothe my frayed nerves.
"How about we enjoy dinner first before diving into the heavy stuff?" Krys suggests, stealing a sip from my glass.
I sigh in relief. "Yes, please."
Krys grins before calling out, "Alexa, play 'I Am Woman' by Emmy Meli!"
The song fills the air, and before I know it, Krys is singing—loudly, unapologetically.
I am a woman, I am fearless I am sexy, I'm divine.
She grabs my hands, pulling me off the island, and I can’t help but laugh as she twirls me around. Our voices are objectively terrible, butatn this moment, we don’t care.
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