Zenia's POV
Monday came with an excruciating headache and a terrible hangover. I managed to pull myself up from the bed and crawled into the shower. I turned the water temperature all the way up and I took a hot bath from my Brazilian weaves to my toes.
I blow-dried my hair-I paid for it so that makes it mine -then I applied lotion to my chocolate skin. I slipped into a mini dress which was tight at the top and showed a teasing bit of cleavage. I had no one to impress today but I didn't want to look as terrible as the way I was feeling.
Too much wine.
After completing a light makeup application and placing my digital notepad into my backpack, I headed to the kitchen.
"Good morning Ma." I greeted my mother when I saw her at the stove.
"Hey sweetie. How are you?"
"I feel terrible."
"That's because you had too much to drink. Here."
She handed me a bottle of water and another drink in a tiny glass.