Nadia
When I raise my head again I groan, feeling like my head is full of cotton. I work my tongue in my sticky mouth – desperate for some water –
Like a wish granted, my eyes fall on the bottle of it resting on the pillow next to me. I frown for a second before I grab it, twisting off the top and taking a long sip as I read the note next to it.
Gone to dinner with the Prince because we are fancy. Love you Na-na, you dehydrated psychopath workaholic! Come join us when you wake up!
I smirk, looking at the line of scrawled hearts and stars that follow the words, knowing immediately who wrote it even if it’s unsigned.
I sigh and sit up, looking around at my familiar little bed, wondering…how the hell I got here. And then a desperate little frown takes my lips as I realize that there’s on
