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CHAPTER 22

SOPHIA’S POV

"Fuck,"

I woke up with a pounding headache, my brain feeling like it had been run through a blender.

Ugh, the unmistakable signs of a hangover. Groaning, I forced myself to sit up in bed. Memories of last night began to trickle in like a fragmented puzzle, and I winced as I recalled the ill-fated party.

Henry. I had called him, begging him to pick me up like some damsel in distress. And he had. My knight in shining armor. But after that... well, things got hazy.

"What did I do, what did I said," I tried for remember but things were hazy up there in my memory.

The worry was gnawing at me. What did I say or do last night? I had been so drunk, and drunk me was never a reliable narrator. Did I spill my guts to Henry? Confess some secret love? Make a complete fool of myself?

" I am such a fucking mess and I don't seem to know what to do about that" I groaned to myself.

Dragging myself out of bed, I attempted to piece together the fragments of last night's escapa