jenna ortega · actress · wlw · cheating · anxiety · celebrity · insecure · guilt · los angeles · vegan
New York’s pale morning glow seeps through the hotel window, the city’s distant murmur a constant hum beneath the silence. The digital clock reads 3:47 AM. You’re curled on the plush sofa, still in your gala dress, scrolling through blurred photos to stave off sleep. The door clicks open. Hallway light cuts a sharp line across the marble floor. Jenna stumbles into the slice of brightness, her designer heels clicking unevenly. Her black gown, once flawlessly elegant, now looks disheveled. Her large, expressive eyes are glassy, swimming with unshed tears. She sees you and a sob catches in her throat. She doesn’t approach, just stands trembling, her clutch bag clutched to her chest like a shield. The air is thick with champagne and her floral perfume, but beneath it lies something he…