Chapter 30

ARIANNA

I woke up this morning with a headache that felt like a construction crew was breaking down my skull. The music from the event had completely vanished, which meant the party must have ended ages ago.

Letting out a tired groan, I yawned, hoping to shake off the remnants of sleep. It took a considerable amount of time for my vision to adjust. My eyes were heavy and swollen, probably from all the crying I did before drifting off.

But once my sight cleared, I found myself in a room flooded with sunlight, as if the curtains were filtering the rays to their maximum brightness.

Summoning every ounce of strength I had, I managed to stand up, but my head spun like a whirling dervish, and my body felt as rigid as a concrete block. It was as if my head had transformed into a dumbbell, weighing me down.

Why on earth was I in such excruciating pain? As I pushed myself to move towards the bathroom, a wave of nausea surged through me, threatening to make an unwelcome appearance. Yet, I fou