I woke up with my head throbbing in pain. The first thing I noticed when I opened my eyes is the pair of pajamas I am wearing. I don't remember changing last night— and instantly, remnants of what happened came back to me.
Dion.
He was here!
I scanned the place, but there were no traces that anyone aside from me has been here last night. But I remember so well that he was here— or was that because I was so drunk that I imagined that he was here? But then, who took care of me last night? Who changed my clothes? And where were the clothes that I wore at the bar?
Standing up, I saw the dress I wore last night, neatly placed at the table. I walked to examine it, and the smell of the fabric conditioner that hotels use for laundry evaded my nostrils.
Who did this if
