Vicky's POV
I was woken up by the bright light shining on my face, and when I opened my eyes, the merciless sun blinded me, and then, I felt it… The aftermath of my drunkenness last night.
My head felt like it was going to crack anytime soon. I need to take some medicine fast, this is unbearable. My brain throbbed so badly I was ready to swear off alcohol for life. Today of all days—it's Nick's birthday, and if I showed up like this, Mom would surely kill me.
I pushed myself up, groaning… only for my eyes to snap open in horror. This wasn't my room!
My heart raced as I yanked the covers down, searching for answers. I was no longer wearing a dress, but a t-shirt that's not mine, and worse, it's a man's shirt!
What the heck happened last night?
Did I go home to a man's house after a one-night stand?
I remember planning to continue drinking once the hotel staff kicked us out of the grand ballroom. Did I really go to a bar after the party?
Where the hell am I?!
