บท 144: Awkward Air

As dawn broke, the first rays of sunlight pierced through the curtains.

A golden glow spread across the bedroom, beginning from the walls and eventually shining upon the person sleeping soundly on the queen-sized bed. Visibly—the rays disturbed her, causing her eyelids to tremble.

Groaning lightly, the purple-haired woman flipped her body and faced the ceiling.

She took in a deep inhale and rubbed her eyes gently.

"Eughh... I'm so dizzy," Leandra muttered, the hangover was getting to her. "What time is it?"

Opening her eyes, she forced herself to sit up with a sluggish stretch.

Her bleary eyes wandered around the familiar contours of her own room, confusion knitting her brow, "How did I get here?" She pondered aloud—but the thought barely formed before memories of last night came flooding back.

Her eyes widened in horror.

And with a mortified gasp, she flung herself face-first into the pillow, muffling her groan.