CHLOE
I let out a loud groan, grabbing a pillow and pressing it over my head as if that would ease whatever headache it was. One thing that was common since the start of the trip was getting drunk at night and waking up with a banging head in the morning.
Not my fault. My ‘fake boyfriend and big brother’ had all the blame to take. He dragged me to drink alcohol.
But, what the hell happened at night?
I batted my lashes, staring into space for a while as I tried to recollect. But all to nothing. The only thing I had memory of was being at the club, then this old woman talking blah blah blah about love and her anniversary…
Argh!
You know the worst part about getting drunk? It was having no memory of anything that had happened. Like, your memories have been completely wiped out? Who kne
