Chapter 292 Arrival

• *Sandra's POV*
• I’d barely touched the tarmac, brain still spinning with the to-do list from hell, when I opened Facebook—and boom. Bestie had already gone full savage on the press, posting a straight-up clap back to the media frenzy over last night’s chaos.
• “Sunlight piercing through my mansion windows, mercilessly illuminating the aftermath of last night’s bacchanal. Seriously bitches, this is why you weren’t invited to my hen party. You just don’t know how to behave. Fuck off! I'm dealing with a hang over.”