In the morning … almost noon ….
Amelia opened her eyes heavily. Her head throbbed from a hangover. It was her first time consuming alcohol, and a few drops were enough to make her dizzy until morning.
She looked around and noticed she was now wearing pajamas. She furrowed her brow, trying to remember what happened last night. Wasn't she at Marie's sister's party? Why was she in her own room now?
She slapped her cheeks repeatedly, trying to wake up fully and figure out if she was dreaming. But no, everything was very real. She scanned her room again, searching for any clue that could explain the night's events.
With whom did she come home last night? Was it Marie who took her home? Where were the clothes Marie lent her? Who changed her sexy outfit into pajamas?
Her heart raced as a thought crossed her mind: Nick. Did Nick see her like this? Did he change her clothes? Panic set in, and she anxiously tried to piece together the night.
