(Elara's POV)My head pounded like a drum as sunlight stabbed through the curtains. I groaned, rolling over, my mouth dry as sandpaper. The bed felt too stiff, and floral. These are not my penthouse sheets. I blinked hard, squinting at the room. Pastel walls, photos of me and Jane from college pinned up everywhere. What the hell I'm I doing in Jane's apartment? My heart raced, confusion mixing with the hangover fog.I sat up slowly, the room spinning like a bad carnival ride. My skirt was wrinkled badly, twisted around my thighs. Blouse half-untucked, buttons missing one."Jane?" My voice came out croaky, barely a whisper. Footsteps padded fast from the kitchen, getting louder.Jane burst in, her short brown hair messy and sticking up, her eyes wide with worry. She was in old gray sweats, holding a steaming mug of tea in both hands. "Elara! Oh my God, you're awake." She rushed over quickly, sitting on the bed edge, pulling me
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