When Jessica woke up, she found herself lying on the carpet beside the bed. She was still wearing the clothes from yesterday, with a wine bottle in her hand.
She shook the bottle and found that it was still half full. She slept on the ground all night, but the wine did not spill out.
How awesome was she!
Putting the bottle aside, she shook her head and got up from the ground, feeling tired and uncomfortable. She drank so much at the party last night that she didn't even remember how she got back here.
Jessica stretched her legs, walked to the window and opened the curtains.
In front of the French windows in her sea-view room, the morning light immediately shone in when the curtains were opened.
The sun was rising slowly above the horizon at the moment, and the scene was as beautiful as a picture.
Jessica took a deep breath with the view. However, she was only intoxicated for three seconds.
She was interrupted by the ringtone of her phone. It was exclusive to her manager Abby. As long as she heard it, she knew it was Abby.
Jessica stopped enjoying the view and turned around to look for her phone. It was not on the floor, nor on the sofa.
"Where is it?" Jessica looked around with a confused expression. In the end, she found her phone at the entrance of the room.
Jessica cleared her throat and said softly, "Good morning, dear Abby."
"Stop it," Abby was unmoved and said coldly, "When will you be back?"
"You know, my best friend is married. She only gets married once, so I must stay by her side. So.
Jessica said, "Give me a few more days off!"
Abby said, "The wedding ended yesterday.
Why does she still need your company? You are not her husband."
"I..." Jessica felt like Abby was right. Summer and Leonardo were probably going to spend their honeymoon together, and they didn't need her anymore.
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