Chapter thirty three.
Evelyn's POV.
I groaned, slowly opening my eyes. My head felt heavy, and I shut them again, trying to shake off the haze.
When I opened them again, everything was blurry. I closed my eyes once more and tried again, this time focusing slowly.
As my vision cleared, I struggled to sit up, looking around the unfamiliar room.
It didn't resemble my room or Ethan's. This room was larger, painted a soft pink, with white curtains.
My gaze wandered to the king-size bed, which was also pink, including the bedsheets. The dressing table matched the pink theme.
For a moment, I thought my drunkenness was playing tricks on me. I closed my eyes and opened them again – everything still looked the same.
"Where am I?" I wondered, feeling a surge of panic. I can't remember anyt
