"You are not a mermaid." The voice sounded harsh and not of a mermaid.
"Tiara?" Violet said in a hoarse voice.
"Don't try to talk," she said. "But do try and open your eyes. The room is dark, so it should not hurt too badly."
Violet cracked one eye open to look at her, but that made the memory of the night before come rushing back, so she closed it quickly again. Maybe if she hid, she could pretend none of it had happened. Life was way better when she was a mermaid. At least there would not have been her videos of drunken dancing on social media. Oh, god, how she wished there weren't videos.
"I thought we couldn't get drunk," Violet whispered. Even whispering hurt her throat just as badly.
"You were not drunk. You were poisoned," Tiara said. "Those shots you were gulping were adultera
