Eleven woke up the next morning with a splitting headache. She didn't need a genius to tell her she was suffering from a hangover, the result of indulging in wine the night before. It was her first encounter with alcohol, and she had consumed it like a madwoman.
Shaking her head to dispel the fog, she climbed out of bed and made her way toward the adjoining bathroom, racking her brain to recall if she had done anything foolish the previous night. She knew that drunk people often said and did ridiculous things, and she was no exception — even as a goddess of life.
Standing before the sink, she brushed her teeth and rinsed her mouth, shedding her dress to take a refreshing bath. Once finished, she adorned herself in a purple gown that mirrored the color of her eyes. After doing her usual morning ritual, she gathered her hair into a neat bun and left her room, heading toward Zeiss's chamber.
