Flora's POV
I woke up with a heavy, thick feeling in my head. The room was too bright, even with the curtains drawn, and when I tried to sit up, the world did a slow, nauseating spin. My stomach felt hollow and sour, like it was tied in a knot. I groaned, dropping my head back onto the pillow, hoping a few extra minutes of rest would clear the fog.
It didn't.
By seven thirty, I still hadn't managed to get dressed for work. I was wearing my oversized gray sweatshirt and a pair of soft shorts, my hair pulled back into a messy, lazy bun. I dragged my feet downstairs, the smell of breakfast heavy in the air.
Eugene was already at the kitchen island, fully dressed in a crisp black suit, looking through some documents on his tablet. He had a frying pan on the stove, the sound of sizzling eg
