Chapter 17: Cielle’s Day Out
The morning sun filtered through the sheer curtains of her bedroom, casting a warm glow on the cluttered space. Cielle stirred awake, her head throbbing slightly from the beer. She groaned, pulling her blanket over her head, but flashes of the previous night wouldn’t let her rest.
The faint sound of her own voice echoed in her memory.
“Forward! My humble steed!” she yelled, clinging to Cavier’s back as he trudged up the steps to her apartment. At one point, she remembered pulling at his hair and laughing hysterically, to which Cavier had muttered something about her being the most troublesome drunk he’d ever met.
Her eyes flew open, wide with horror.
“Oh no…” she whispered, her cheeks heating up as the vivid memory played back. She grabbed the nearest pill
