IT HAD BEEN TWENTY-FIVE MINUTES since she opened her eyes and found herself dead on the spot. It was a glorious death, though— lying in the middle of a Victorian four-post bed, blankly staring at the expensive chandelier, and being surrounded by a satin bed sheet that must have cost a fortune.
The room simply fits a queen. It was just unfortunate that the queen gracing the place was none other than the 'Queen of...'
"Scum!" Margaux muttered the word a little too loudly before trashing the comforter above her.
Her hands immediately caught her head when it ached. Dizzy is good. Being disoriented is good. But that was only until the initial hangover subsided.
She bit her lip when fragmented memories of last night flooded her. More so, upon noticing the wedding ring that was left on her fi
