This wasn't a rental apartment, nor a hotel.
The bedding was soft, the surroundings felt oddly familiar. She strained to open her eyes, and saw the ceiling from her childhood memories. Thinking it was all a dream, the door opened and someone sat down beside the bed.
It was Evelyn.
She was crying.
Vanessa's eyelashes fluttered, showing signs of awakening, "Fan Auntie…"
Her arms and legs ached, her bones felt like they’d been rearranged. The discomfort throughout her body told her this wasn't a dream.
"Vanessa." Evelyn leaned closer, "You're awake?"
Vanessa sat up, the hangover bringing a splitting headache. Last night's memories were a hazy jumble. She looked at Evelyn, "...How did I get here?"
Last night was Evelyn's birthday, she went to the party, had some drinks, then went to fi
