Amara woke up to what felt like a parade of cymbal-clashing elephants stomping across her skull. She groaned and turned over, immediately regretting the motion as her stomach lurched. The taste in her mouth was somewhere between "forgotten sock" and "bad life choices."
"Ugh," she croaked, shielding her eyes from the morning sunlight streaming in through the hotel suite's curtains. "Who let the sun be this bright?"
"Good morning, Swan Princess," came Elara's far-too-chipper voice from somewhere across the room. Amara cracked one eye open and saw Elara perched on the couch, scrolling through her phone. She looked annoyingly perfect, like someone who hadn't been part of last night's debauchery.
"Why are you so awake?" Amara grumbled, clutching at the covers like they could shield her from the injustice of Elara's good mood. "It's unnatural."