Anna's POV
"Anna!
Anna!!
Anna!!!"
"What do you want?" I grumbled with my face buried between the covers.
I can feel the hangover about to split my head open but I still wasn't ready to leave the bed.
"Father demands you come downstairs now" Anthony replied, his voice louder this time.
I peep out of the beddings to scowl at him.
I feel terrible and I'm sure I look just as bad.
"He is back?
Why does he want me there?"
"A video of you has been circulating on the internet since early this morning." Anthony said, scrolling through his phone.
"A video of me?
That is impossible" I dismissed and turned away from him.
"You went to a club last night right?
I am not joking Anna"
With the mention of last night's escapade, I bolt up the bed and stare at him in surprise.
"You need to come to him now".
And with that, he left my room.
