Isabella’s POV
I woke up to the intrusion of sunlight.
Yes, sunlight. That wicked bastard had the audacity to stream straight through the open curtains, stabbing my eyelids like a thousand tiny knives. My brain throbbed against my skull like it was trying to break out. I winced, groaned, curled up, then groaned again. For five full minutes, I lay there like a sacrificial offering to the Hangover Gods, whispering silent apologies to whatever divine being I had offended last night.
A slow, pulsing ache settled behind my eyes. My mouth tasted like guilt and tequila. I blinked, blurry and disoriented, staring at the ceiling fan rotating above me like a lazy executioner.
Where… the f**k… am I?
My head lolled to the side.
Big bed. Soft sheets. High-end hotel decor. Not my room.
Not my hou
