At Bennetti Mansion:
The next day early morning, the day dawned.
The morning sun outside the window had infiltrated the haze. The curtains flowed, and the first rays of the sun fell directly on the bed spreading warmth.
Arlette opened her eyes slowly. She felt a splitting headache.
Ah. This hangover!
She stretched her arms lazily and found someone lying beside her.
Panic-stricken, she sat up on the bed.
She vaguely remembered events of the last night. Her eyebrows furrowed, and she massaged her forehead.
She recalled meeting Francesco in the 6 Barrel Club. Startled, she removed the blanket and got off the bed in an instant. She glanced around the room.
No. This is not her room!
She observed her clothes.
No. Not even her clothes!
She was wearing boxer shorts and a man's shirt.
She covered her face with her hands. "oh god! no.! what did I do last night?"
She looked at the half-naked man lying on his stomach and sleeping soundly.
Again, this man!
