Chapter 41
Quiel's POV: Ouch! I hate hangovers. I feel like my head is about to explode anytime. I don't know what time or even how I got home. All I remember was that I'm talking to Madam Gypsy and wait a minute-! I quickly scan myself to check if something happen to me. So fine so good, I'm still me. Thank god! This is to my conclusion that everything that happens last night with Madam Gypsy was just a dream and I blame the alcohol for that. I got out from bed and did some stretching. Although I can't lay a finger on it, I feel so different. After some stretching I went to look at myself at the mirror. Something has definitely changed. Wait! When did I start wearing glasses? I took my glasses off but when I looked at the mirror, my glasses were back on. What the hell! This isn't a dream right? I
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