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Two Hundred and Twenty Two

Gwyneth's POV

I groaned as I woke up when I felt my head throbbing in pain. This is must be the hangover after getting intoxicated last night. I landed my gaze at bedside table and see that it's already eight in the morning.

I checked under the blanket and automatically frowned when I saw what I am wearing. A pajama? Seriously? I can't remember when was last night the time I change my clothes. Ugh! I can't remember anything. What just happened? I just tugged my hair, thinking how did I able to got home safe despite being drunk. How? I mean, did I drove? Or did someone drove me home?

My forehead creased even more when I suddenly smelled something, and I am sure it was from my kitchen. I stood, but still can't get enough thinking of many how's and why's. Did I just brought some random guy last night? I can't remember even just a single thing and that's what makes me even more annoyed.

"Hey?" 

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