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I bring my gaze up to my best friend and give her my best, please forgive me, pout.

“Nope, you are done Si. I can’t watch you do this to yourself any longer.” She stomps over and snatches the remote from under a pink frilly pillow.

“Don’t you dare turn that off Maddison,” I growl, yes growl, trying to make a ninja move to snatch the remote back, but it was no use. The silence is almost deafening.

Maddie glares at me, her brows furrowing.

“Sienna, I know you have had a shitty time, but please, I need you back. I need my best friend, and most of all, you need to stop punishing yourself for Jamie’s mistakes.” Her face softens as she perches down at the foot of the bed.

“Ha! Shitty is one way to explain it, Mads. I mean, look at the state of me!” I exhale, throwing my hands up. “What is wrong with me? Why don’t I deserve to be loved?” I’m sniffling now because just hearing Jamie’s name feels like I am being speared in the heart.

“Look, Jamie is and always was a douche-bag. Now walking in on him fucking some blonde, snorting cocaine off her tits was not ideal, but you need to realize that you deserve so much more.”

I wince at her words. Not only had I been cheated on, but I was also clearly thick to not realize he was an addict. Sweet and predictable Jamie wasn’t who I thought he was at all.

Maddie’s silky hair spills over my shoulder as she rests her head there, offering me comfort.

“Please tell me you are done with this wallowing now. You absolutely fucking stink. The room is covered in snotty tissues and you have not seen sunlight in over a week.”

Peering down at her, I grin and sniffle my nose. “It has been ten days, actually,” I sarcastically respond with a smirk. She’s right though. I was a fighter and I wouldn’t let this knock me down. I can’t.

I nuzzle my head into Maddie’s shoulder, taking in her warmth and the smell of her signature sweet floral perfume. As if noticing my body relaxing, she flies back up off the bed, knocking me backward. Her grin is so wide, it creased her eyes.

“Exactly!! Get the hell out of bed, get in that shower, and glam yourself up. You have exactly one hour before the birthday eve events begin!” She’s saying this while tossing her curly platinum blonde hair over her shoulder and quickly turning on her heel to leave, not waiting for my response. “Love you, Si,” she excitedly giggles, already down the hallway.

Maybe a girl's night out is just what I needed.

* * *

An hour later, I have a clean room, my collection of snotty tissues in the trash, the bed perfectly made and I no longer smell like crap.

Maddie was right. I smelled like a cheap burger, and when I caught my reflection in the mirror, I hardly recognized myself beneath the red puffy eyes and greasy, limp hair.

In my little pity party I’d completely forgotten today was our birthday eve celebration. These were always my and my dad’s tradition. Since he decided to pack up and desert me over fifteen years ago, I continued the tradition with Maddie.

Giving myself a final once over in the mirror, I finish the look off by dragging my favorite red lipstick across my plump lips. Being all dressed up, I can’t stop Jamie’s words from taunting me.

“Is that really what you are wearing, Sienna? It’s a bit fucking tight.” My grip on the lipstick gets tighter and tighter, remembering it.

Making my way into the living room, Maddie clocks me a genuine smile that lights up her features.

“Fuck me. Sienna was still in there somewhere. I knew it,” Maddie taunts, wiggling her eyebrows. She’s clearly overjoyed by her sass.

I roll my eyes and waltz straight past her, bee-lining to the fridge, where I bend down to grab the crisp bottle of rose that’s calling my name.

“Is that dress short enough, Si?” Maddie laughs from behind me, “I can see your asshole near enough from here.”

I quickly straighten my spine as I tug on the hem of my dress, shooting her a glare. Until recently, I had never been self-conscious about my appearance. I work hard to keep my figure in check whilst eating and drinking whatever the hell I wanted. I am, by no means, model material. My love for food and wine wouldn’t let me. I definitely don’t have the height or the long legs for days, unlike Maddie. What I do have is a mighty fine ass and a good pair of tits to flaunt. Looking down to check the length of my dress, I quickly snap myself out of that. Weeks of Jamie subtly gnawing at my confidence clearly have taken its toll on me. But damn, I look smoking hot tonight.

“Well, what do you think? Good enough to get some free shots tonight?” I ask, giving her a 360 spin of my final look.

“Oh, hell yes. You look totally fuckable. Maybe just ask me if you need to tie your stilettos up in the club.”

“Piss off.” I can’t help but laugh. This dress is short, but it’s staying on.

Catching a glance of myself on our floor-length mirror in the living room, my make-up gives me the smokey-eyed temptress look highlighting my icy blue eyes. My lightly tanned skin is glowing thanks to a dab of bronzer and I’ve painted my lips in a deep maroon to pop against myshortblack dress. My hair sits just above my bra line. I recently added some caramel highlights to contrast against my natural chocolate brown locks, which are only more visible with these bouncy curls. My hair was so greasy earlier that I couldn’t even see them. Maddie was right. I look like a totally new person.

I lean over the white marble counter, grab two large wine glasses, and aimlessly stare at the liquid pouring in. It made that glugging sound that always reminds me of my mother and thereby, makes me wince. Taking Maddie’s glass over to her, we lift our drinks to toast.

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