Chapter Thirty-Six
The first thing Isabella became aware of was the foul taste in her mouth, followed by the realization that she was beyond parched - a dry seabed. There were probably fossils in her lungs. The next thing was the dull throb above the bridge of her nose that became worse when she moved her head side to side. But no nausea this time. If she moved slowly, she could probably make it to the bathroom without losing the contents of her stomach.
Slowly, she pushed up to sitting. Her head protested, but she'd had worse hangovers. She stumbled to the kitchen, dimly aware she was still in yesterday's clothing. Squinting, she found the bottle of ibuprofen, popped three and downed a glass of water. Then she spied the empty bottle of marsala - a sure sign of her desperation to get plo
