Juliette woke up with her guts churning and her throat burning. It's probably called a hangover.
"Wait," Juliette muttered aloud when she came up with a realization, "I don't remember coming back to my room."
'Did Luca carry me all the way here?' She shook her head to dismiss the outrageous thoughts she had.
After fixing her bed, Juliette fixed her hair by combing her disheveled hair with her fingers.
She felt the tremendous need to consume something to heal the discomfort in her stomach, so she headed to the door. Right before she could open the door, she looked down at her clothes.
It's the same clothes she wore last night. Which meant…
She cupped her breasts.
"I'm wearing a bra. Excellent!"
She knew better than to roam around the house wearing nothing underneath again. She had to keep in mind that a perverted man was in the house with her. She can't be too comfortable.
