*Olivia*
I woke up with less of a hangover than I had thought I would have, a small blessing. I was glad not to have a pounding headache, but I was starving. Instead of taking the time to get properly dressed, I pulled on some sweats that I had left lying on the floor beside my bed and wandered downstairs. I was too hungry to care who saw me looking like shit.
When I got to the kitchen, I found Dahlia and Tallon already awake and in the middle of breakfast. Had I really slept that late? I guessed that explained why I wasn’t feeling too hungover; I must have slept right through it.
“Would you like some, signora?” Maria asked me.
“Yes, please, thank you,” I said while selfconsciously brushing my hair behind my ears. Something about being served while looking like I had just rolled out of bed made me feel like I didn’t belong. I regretted letting my stomach do the thinking instead of just taking the time to get dressed.
