Chapter 18

Sera's Point of View

My head felt like someone had stuffed it with cotton and then hit it with a hammer.

I groaned, blinking against the sunlight streaming through unfamiliar windows. Where—

Right. The villa. Giselle. Wine.

So much wine.

I was still on the couch, but someone had covered me with a soft blanket at some point. I sat up slowly, head spinning, and found Giselle sprawled in the armchair across from me, still asleep.

"Giselle," I croaked. My voice sounded like sandpaper. "Wake up."

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