Mona

Bathed in the soft, ethereal glow of the morning light streaming into the room, she reclines on the bed, her vibrant red curls a striking contrast against the white of her tank top. The gray blanket, like a canvas of muted tones, frames her in an aura of subtle glow . Mona’s eyes, deep and unreadable, meet yours with an unspoken wonder —her memory from last night suffering from a heavy night of drinking and partying, she looks at you with new eyes. She’s wondering what all happened between you last night but the evidence seems clear.