Tyler's POV.
I woke up with a banging headache and I can say, I will never drink again. It was so bad I could barely open my eyes. I wanted to go to sleep, thinking that the pain would stop but I couldn't. I felt the urge to throw up and I got out all the drinks but the pain was still there. I can tell you now, that I am never drinking again.
I heard a constant knock on the door and it was really pissing me off.
"Just open the fucking door," I yelled from inside. A maid came in with a plate of soup and a cup of coffee.
"Madam asked me to give this to you. She said it would help with the hangover." She told me. She dropped the tray on the table. Oh, Emily sent it. At least she wasn't that horrible.
"She also said that when you are you should come done for breakfast. The Luna is asking of you."
"Thank you. What time is it?" I asked as I went to the table.
"10 am." She said.
