Chapter Seventeen.

(Elina’s POV)

I woke up with mascara smudged under my eyes and a dull ache in my head that feels like it’s personally punishing me for last night’s champagne.

For the first blissful thirty seconds, I didn’t remember anything.

Then it all starts rushing back.

The chandeliers, music, Daniel spinning me around like we were in some freaking rom-com. And Noah glaring in his midnight blue suit with jaw tight and mouth squeezed.

I groaned into my pillow. “Why do I attract drama like a magnet?”

“You don’t just attract it, my love." Cassie says from somewhere near my window. “You seduce it, you bat your lashes, and drama climbs in through your bedroom window begging for breakfast like a knight in shining armor."

I peeked at her with one eye open. “What are you doing in my room?”

She’s standing by the window in her robe, scrolling through her phone like she’s lived here forever. Which, okay, she basically has.

“Waiting for you to wake up so we can talk about last night.” she said without lookin