ASHTON
The D-day is finally here. I wake up with the nastiest hangover I ever had in a while. It takes an hour for the world to stop spinning and for the banging inside my head to stop. I contemplate staying in bed for the better part of the morning but decide against it the second I open my blinds and see the madness downstairs. Mother is in full party planning mode, supervising the arrangements she had already made.
As usual, the courtyard has been transformed. There are so many uniformed people moving furniture, making decorations etc. It irks me to see the over-the-top decorations that had been made just to please Demi. Some of the media personnel are already in the compound, filming the scene. I grit my teeth as my rage bubbles hot. I won't be able to stay here. I've got to go somewhere to clear my head before the party tonight.
