"The stronger the better," Jessica cooed, sipping through her straw. The stronger the alcohol, the easier it was to forget everyone and everything that hurt inside. She wasn't dependent on it, or at least she told herself that a lot. But it did make the world a lot easier to accept.

She pressed her lips together before flashing a smile. "My stylist selected it. It's called 'Paradise Lost'. Isn't it gorgeous? I feel like an angel."