The next morning, Stella rolled over—only to crash onto the floor with a thud. Grimacing in pain, she clutched her aching back and blinked her eyes open, still groggy.
The villa was dead silent in the hazy light of dawn, the maids undisturbed by the commotion.
Wincing, Stella hauled herself up, her nose wrinkling at the reek of booze and sweat. Her stomach churned, making her gag.
She flopped back onto the couch, pressing a hand to her throbbing forehead. Last night's memories? Gone. Poof.
Upstairs, Alicia jolted awake, her skin clammy from yet another nightmare. Her head pounded as she remembered the human tornado still wreaking havoc downstairs. Slipping into her slippers, she shuffled out, her messy appearance meeting Stella's dazed gaze head-on.
"The hell am I doing at your place?
