I stepped into the bathroom, the cool tiles grounding me as I splashed cold water onto my face. My reflection in the mirror stared back at me, eyes hollow and tired, the weight of the previous night pressing heavily on my shoulders. I brushed my teeth, freshened up, and slipped into a fresh set of clothes. Today wasn't about me—it was about making amends.
Descending the stairs, the aroma of breakfast greeted me, but I wasn't in the mood. The maids tried to coax me into eating, placing a bowl of hangover soup in front of me, insisting it would help clear my foggy mind. I forced myself to drink it, the warmth spreading through me like a reluctant comfort. But I couldn't linger.
"Prepare the car," I instructed the head butler. "I need to go to the Winters Mansion."
