Bedroom
Savannah's head felt so heavy as she slowly lifted it from the soft, comfy pillow. Everything around her was spinning, and she instinctively put her hand on her forehead to ease the dizzy feeling.
Her body felt super heavy, almost like it was made of lead, and the bed seemed to cling to her as if it didn't want to let go. She blinked a few times, trying to see better through the bright, hazy light coming through the closed curtains. Her eyes kept fluttering open and shut as she tried to get her bearings, her thoughts all jumbled up.
"I'm not ever drinking again!" she whispered to herself, barely loud enough to hear. The words felt heavy with regret, though she couldn't quite remember everything from the night before.
She knew things got pretty wild—she could feel it in her bones—but the details were all fuzzy, like pieces of a puzzle just out of reach.
Her eyes scanned the room, looking for something familiar. Blaze. She thought he'd be there, but the space was empty. The fancy, peaceful room felt even quieter without him.
The dim light from outside struggled to get through the thick curtains, and something about the quietness of the room felt strange. Her heart tightened with worry, wondering where he could be. He never just heads up and leave without saying anything, but there was no sign of him.
She glanced quickly at the bedside table and noticed something different—a sticky note on the lamp. Her eyebrows furrowed as she felt a mix of confusion and curiosity. She reached for it, peeling it off carefully. As she held onto her hair to keep steady, everything seemed to tilt again.
The note said: "Good morning honey, make sure to drink the hangover drink I left on the table before getting up. Go to the balcony and sit there for a bit; it'll help you feel refreshed."
Seeing those words made her smile, even though she still felt dizzy. She felt a warm, fluttery sense of appreciation. Blaze always takes such good care of her, even when she's a mess.
She carefully stuck the note back to the lamp and looked around the room one more time. No sign of Blaze yet. Where is he? she wondered, her mind racing.
She got up, feeling the pull of gravity as she walked towards the table. Her fingers touched the cool thermos flask, and when she opened it, warm steam rose up. She took a sip, enjoying how the warmth contrasted with the cold metal. This was exactly what she needed.
Savannah held her drink as she headed for the balcony, craving some fresh air. She yanked the curtains open, letting the sunlight pour in.
It warmed her face and seemed to calm her tired body. Stepping outside, she let the cool breeze play with her hair while she looked down at the garden below. A few people were chatting far away, and she took a deep breath, feeling the stress start to ease off her shoulders.
Her mind drifted, and memories from the night before flooded back. She recalled the wild vibe of the nightclub, the loud music, and the sense of losing control.
She had been looking for her best friend, Anastasia, amid all the people, but what stuck with her most was the sight of Anastasia dancing with someone—not just anyone. It was this guy she was laughing with, someone she didn't know well but who clearly made Anastasia happy.
Savannah's mind raced when she remembered what happened. Even though she was pretty drunk, she knew what she saw.
Anastasia had always been a bit wild, but always a wisey woman, but this? This really got under her skin. She never said anything about a new guy, and now her stomach was twisting with worry and curiosity.
Tomorrow ia Anastasia's wedding, and she'd been way too close to some other guy last night.
The thought kept bugging her, but before she could dwell on it too much, she looked back into the bedroom. No sign of Blaze.
Her brow furrowed in confusion, and her heart skipped a beat. She tried to remember if Blaze had told her he'd be out. She couldn't recall, and a sharp headache made it hard to focus.
Maybe he told me while I was out cold, she thought, trying to make sense of it. But something didn't feel right. Blaze never just vanished like that.
With a quiet sigh, Savannah sank into the chair on the balcony, just as Blaze had suggested. She closed her eyes and let the warmth of the sun envelop her, helping to calm the chaos in her mind.
She needed to relax and clear her head before starting the day and facing the heavy questions weighing on her. For now, she'd just sit and soak up the sunlight, hoping it would ease the dizziness and confusion and maybe help her make some sense of everything.
Later that day
Savannah walked down the grand staircase of the resort, her steps steady and purposeful. The hangover from the night before was a distant memory, thanks to the hangover drink Blaze had left for her. It worked wonders, and she finally felt like herself again. The spinning in her head had stopped, and the fatigue was replaced with a calm sense of clarity.
She took a refreshing shower, letting the hot water wash away any leftover effects of the alcohol.
When she stepped out, she picked a dress from her closet—a sleeveless, square-necked, midi-length dress with a fitted bodice that flared a bit at the waist. The soft blue flowers on a white background looked light and fresh. But even though she felt great, something still bugged her—like a piece of the puzzle was missing.
As Savannah got to the bottom of the stairs, she looked around for Anastasia. The place was busy, but she couldn't find her. Her eyes then landed on Anastasia's mom at the other end of the room. Taking a deep breath, Savannah walked over, the sound of her heels clicking softly.
"Good morning, Mommy." Savannah said warmly, giving a soft smile as she came closer.
Anastasia's mom smiled back and her face lit up when she saw Savannah. "Morning, sweetie." she said softly. "Looks like you're doing okay after last night."
Savannah frowned, puzzled. "What do you mean?" she asked, trying to figure out what she might have missed.
Anastasia's mom sighed and shook her head. "Well, let's just say Anastasia didn't have it so good last night." she said with a knowing look and a soft laugh.
"She was pretty drunk and made quite a scene early this morning. If it wasn't for Noah, I don't know how we would have managed to keep her together. I swear, I'm never letting her drink again."
Savannah's eyes opened wide in surprise. She found it hard to imagine the usually calm Anastasia acting that way. "What kind of scene?" she asked, getting more worried.
"Oh, honey, don't ask." the mother said, shaking her head tiredly. "She was a mess. If it weren't for Noah, we'd have been in big trouble. The poor guy had to look after her pretty much all morning." She sighed, the stress of it all clear in her voice. "I'm just glad she's safe. But, I swear, I can't handle another morning like this."
Savannah's heart sank with worry. "Where is she now?" she asked, her voice full of concern.
"Probably still in her room, sleeping it off." the mother answered with a tired smile.
Savannah nodded, understanding. "I'll go get her." she said, giving the mother's hand a gentle squeeze. "Don't worry, I'll wake her up. She has so much to do today."
The older woman smiled, grateful for Savannah's help. "Thank you, sweetie." she said, her eyes full of warmth. "We just need to get her moving. There's a lot to do before the big day."
With a final reassuring smile, Savannah turned back towards the staircase. Her steps were firm and determined. Even though she felt like something was off, she pushed those thoughts aside.
Anastasia had been acting weird, and the memory of that strange night at the club kept creeping into her mind. But she didn't have time to dwell on it. She needed to check on her friend and help get ready for the wedding.
Taking a deep breath, Savannah started up the stairs, her heart still pounding a bit. She headed straight for Anastasia's room.
Walking down the hallway, Savannah focused on what she needed to do. She planned to wake up Anastasia, get her ready for the day, and hopefully get some answers about the night before. The image of her best friend dancing so close to another guy at the club stuck in her head and bothered her more than she thought it would. She just couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong and she had to figure out what was going on.
As she walked toward Anastasia's bedroom door, she heard a familiar voice behind her.
"Hey, Savannah!"
She froze and turned around to see Noah, her best friend's soon-to-be husband. He was leaning against the wall, looking pretty chill but with a bit of worry in his eyes.
Savannah's face showed a mix of surprise. "Hey, Noah!" she said, trying to hide all the feelings swirling inside her head. "I didn't know you were here already."
Noah gave her a small, amused smile. "Just got here last night." he said, glancing quickly at Anastasia's door. His face softened a bit.
Savannah nodded, her mind going back to the night before. She felt bad for Noah. He had no clue about what happened. Seeing Anastasia laughing and dancing with another guy felt almost like a betrayal, even though she wasn't sure what it all meant. She could only guess how Noah would feel if he knew what went down.
"On your way to Anas?" Noah asked, pulling Savannah out of her thoughts.
"Yeah." Savannah replied. 'I'm heading over there to wake her up. Got a lot to do today.'
Noah's face lit up with relief, and he gave a smile. "Please do!" he said, his voice light but urgent. 'I just tried, but she wouldn't budge. You're our last chance.'
He put his hands together like he was praying, giving her a playful move that made her laugh even though things felt tense.
Savannah chuckled and shook her head at his theatrics. "Okay, okay. I'm going now."' she said, giving him a little smile. She started walking towards Anastasia's room, but Noah called out again before she could leave.
"Good luck."he said, grinning and giving her a thumbs-up.
Savannah laughed softly and waved him off. "Thanks, Noah. I'll take care of it."
Savannah enters her room and quickly open wide the curtains and moved to see her friend sleeping soundlessly without a care in the world.
With a few taps, she picked a song and turned the volume all the way up. Then, she put the phone right next to Anastasia's ear. The music blasted, and her eyes shot open. She jumped up, looking around confused and scared.
"What's going on?!" she asked, her voice still sleepy.
Savannah grabbed her phone from the bed and shrugged. "Just music." She replied.
Anastasia glared at her as she held her head. "You've got to be kidding me."
"Who were you dancing with last night?" Savannah finally asks the question bothering her, narrowing her eyes. She was still holding her head, which made Savannah even more suspicious. "Don't even try to deny it. I saw you with some random guy." Savannah gave her a hard look, almost challenging her to lie.
Anastasia looked up at her, totally confused. "Don't tell me you woke me up just for this."
"I can't believe you're acting like this is no big deal!" Savannah said, rolling her eyes. "Seriously? What about Noah? How do you think he'll feel about this? Yeah, you were drunk, but you should still know better--"
"That was Noah." Anastasia cut in, finally sitting up straight, though she winced and clutched her head, clearly dealing with a hangover.
Savannah froze, her mind spinning. "What?"
"It was Noah I was dancing with last night." she repeated, looking away from Savannah. "If you're done grilling me, I'm going to freshen up." She headed toward the bathroom.
Savannah just nodded, still trying to wrap her head around what she said. She totally jumped to the wrong conclusion. Her face burned with embarrassment. "I'll make you some hangover soup." Savannah mumbled.
Anastasia gave her a weak thumbs-up with turning around.
Resort Garden
Savannah stood in the expansive backyard of the wedding resort, the air buzzing with energy as workers moved like clockwork around her.
The space was breathtaking: rows of tables draped in white linens, adorned with floral arrangements in soft pastel hues. Twinkling lights hung above, casting a warm glow as the sun began to dip toward the horizon. The professionals had done most of the heavy lifting, yet there were still countless little details requiring her oversight. Every so often, someone called her name, seeking her approval or assistance. She obliged with a smile, her mind half-focused on the tasks at hand.
As she adjusted the placement of a centerpiece, her phone vibrated in her pocket. Startled, she pulled it out, her breath catching when she saw the name on the screen: Blaze. Her heart gave a small leap, and she quickly swiped to answer.
Earlier in the day, she had tried to reach him. The unanswered call had left her with a gnawing sense of unease, though his brief text asking, Are you okay? had momentarily soothed her. She had replied with a simple Yes. Where are you? but received no response. Now, hearing from him out of the blue, she felt both relief and apprehension.
"Hello?" Savannah said, her voice full of curiosity and a bit of worry.
"Can you come to the location I just sent you?" Blaze asked calmly, but there was something new in his voice, like he was really eager about it.
Savannah frowned, confused. "Why? Where are you?" she asked quickly, her words tumbling out.
"Can you, honey?" Blaze repeated softly but firmly. It was clear he wasn't answering her questions, which just made her even more confused.
"Um... okay. I'm coming." she replied uncertainly, mostly because she felt she should rather than because she understood why. Before she could ask more, the call ended, leaving her staring at her phone with a puzzled look.
Savannah's mind raced as she stood rooted in place. What was going on? Blaze's tone had been so peculiar-calm but with an undercurrent she couldn't quite place.
He never liked vague talks, and his sudden request now just seemed odd. She looked around at the busy backyard, thinking whether she should take off. But her curiosity and worry about Blaze won out over any leftover duties.
Author's Note :
Enjoy everyone<3
Have a good day/night <3<3