She enjoys her newfound freedom

The next morning, I woke up feeling refreshed and free. No more drunken ranting from Mom or awkward silences from Dad. Just peace and quiet...and the thrill of being on my own for the first time.

I grabbed my toiletries kit and headed down the hall to the bathroom, enjoying the stillness of the empty studio. After a long hot shower, I wrapped myself in a fluffy towel and padded barefoot back towards my room.

But as I rounded the corner, I froze. There, lounging on couches in the greenroom, were five ridiculously hot men. They looked like they'd just stepped off the pages of a fitness magazine - ripped muscles, chiseled jaws, tattoos snaking over tanned skin. One had his shirt unbuttoned, another wore only low-slung jeans.

And every single one of them was staring right at me.

My cheeks burned as their gazes raked over my towel-clad body. I mumbled an apology and scurried back to my room, slamming the door behind me. Mortified didn't even begin to cover how I felt. Those guys probably thought I was some clueless idiot who didn't know where she was.

Well, they weren't wrong about that last part. But still! Couldn't they have given me a heads up that I wasn't alone?