Isabella's POV
My head was a war drum. Every throb rattled through my skull like punishment, and I couldn't decide if I wanted to crawl under the covers forever or rip the pillow over my face and suffocate myself.
The smell of coffee cut through the air before I even cracked an eye open. Too strong. Too bitter.
"Finally." Linda's voice. Way too chipper. "Sleeping Beauty lives."
I groaned, dragging the blanket higher. "Shut up."
"Nope. Can't. Not when you made the front page of every paper in the city."
That jolted me upright. The room spun, nausea threatening, but Linda was already shoving her phone in my face.
Flashbulbs. My face pale and wild-eyed. My hand in Carlos's arm as he guided me out of the club. Headlines screamed:
STERLING HEIRESS DRUNKENLY STUMBLES INTO CEO ROLE
THE NEW FACE OF STERLING: WILD CHILD OR WOLF IN SHEEP'S CLOTHING?
