Reina's point of view:
"Where the hell was I?"
My brain was foggy as I slowly roused from sleep. Then It dawned on me with the messy sheet and hair, where I was and what I had done. My honeymoon with my husband, Niklaus.
"Aww!" I groaned, a piercing pain going through my head. Gosh, why was I such a masochist? It was clear to me that alcohol messes me up and yet I still go back to it. Am I a sucker for pain or something?
"You're awake," Niklaus came into the bathroom looking all robust and radiant.
"This is so unfair," I frowned, checking him out.
"What is unfair?" he asked, with brows knitted together perplexed.
I leaned closer, "Why do you look so good and strong upon what we did last night while I look like shit?"
"Because you drank?" he stated with a smirk.
"You're of no help at all," I groaned, throwing myself back on the bed.
"You should go wash up, you stink,"
