  Fogged Memory
      Rosie woke up the next morning with the worst headache she had ever experienced. She couldn't open her eyes because of the sunlight that seeped through the window and blinded her vision.
      She groaned as she rolled over, when she noticed a glass of water and some aspirin sitting on her bedside table.
      She smiled weakly as she grabbed her phone and shot Blaze a text.
      'Thanks for babysitting me. Appreciate the hangover help.'
      A few minutes later, she was completely bewildered by Blaze's response.
      'Darling, I didn't make it through the front door.
      Thank your lover boy. Fucking asshole.'
      Rosie shot up straight in her bed. Lover boy? She didn't have to think long before understanding that Blaze was referring to Anthony. She laid in her bed for a long time and desperately tried to remember anything from the night before but everythin

  Sober Feelings, Drunken Confessions
      Anthony leaned back into Tamara's couch, slowly sipping on a beer. &quot;She's not going to come over, right?&quot;
      Tamara opened a bag of chips as she plopped down on the couch beside him. &quot;No. She had a bunch of meetings with Michael and clients today.&quot;
      Anthony nodded his head slowly before exhaling a long sigh. &quot;She's different. She's changed.&quot;
      Tamara laughed lightly, cocking her head to the side. &quot;Paris changed her, Anth. For the best, I think. She's more confident and sure of herself, not as afraid to speak what's on her mind.&quot;
      &quot;That's for sure,&quot; Anthony mumbled quietly, staring down at the coffee table as if it were the most interesting thing in the world. &quot;It's... good. I'm glad she's become stronger. Sometimes I just feel like I can't recognize her anymore, like I don'

  A New Side
      As soon as Rosie stepped into the apartment where the party was being held, she wanted to turn around and walk right out. Music was booming so loud the walls were vibrating, lights flashed all colours, and the apartment was packed with so many people it felt like there was no air in the room.
      Blaze looked down at Rosie and saw the distraught look on her face. He nudged her lightly. &quot;Maybe we should get a drink in you.&quot;
      &quot;Yes, please.&quot; Rosie followed him through the apartment, squeezing her way through many sweaty bodies. This was anything but formal and sophisticated, the types of parties Rosie was used to.
      &quot;You've changed,&quot; Blaze noted. He leaned against the counter as he poured drinks into plastic cups.
      Rosie laughed softly. She knew she had changed. A year ago, she would have never stepped foot into this apartment

Fogged Memory
      Rosie woke up the next morning with the worst headache she had ever experienced. She couldn't open her eyes because of the sunlight that seeped through the window and blinded her vision.
      She groaned as she rolled over, when she noticed a glass of water and some aspirin sitting on her bedside table.
      She smiled weakly as she grabbed her phone and shot Blaze a text.
      'Thanks for babysitting me. Appreciate the hangover help.'
      A few minutes later, she was completely bewildered by Blaze's response.
      'Darling, I didn't make it through the front door.
      Thank your lover boy. Fucking asshole.'
      Rosie shot up straight in her bed. Lover boy? She didn't have to think long before understanding that Blaze was referring to Anthony. She laid in her bed for a long time and desperately tried to remember anything from the night before but everything an hour into the party was a giant blank. Not even a blur, just a blank.
      &quot;Have y

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