The morning light filtered through the heavy drapes, casting a soft glow over the room. I groaned, my head pounding from the effects of last night's wine. As I slowly opened my eyes, I was greeted by the sight of several maids standing by the bed, holding an array of clothes.
"Good morning, Lady Scarlet," one of them said with a polite bow.
"We have brought your attire for the day."
I sat up, my mind racing as the events of the previous night came flooding back. The garden, the faceless man, Leo's unexpected concern, and my drunken outburst.
(Oh, the drunken outburst. I called myself the Hulk and accused Leo of trying to murder me. What is wrong with me?)
The embarrassment was overwhelming. I wanted to crawl under the covers and disappear.
"Thank you," I mumbled, trying to compose myself. "I'll get dressed now."
