Hazel's POV
I woke up with a slight headache this morning.
Wait, why am I even in my room? Wasn't I
supposed to be at the party.
I glanced at the clock on my bedside as the time read "7:00"am.
Suddenly my mind began to flash images from last night.
Right from where I met Bryan with Ivan, when I ran away to the garden and when Ivan caught up with me and I was a crying mess begging him to stay which maybe I think he did. And that was all I could remember.
But how did I even get to my room and now did the party end.
But that didn't bother me the way I thought of how Ivan thought of me, a cry baby.
I must have embarrassed myself again in front of me.
I grabbed one of my pillows and screamed loudly into it so no one could hear me out.
I dragged myself out of my bed noticing I was changed into a big soft pink nightgown.
Now I have another question.
