CHAPTER 24
Clara's POV
I woke up to a blinding light.
A camera was shoved in my face, and I sat up immediately. Where was I? How did I get here?
“Clara, Clara, can you tell us what happened last night?” A voice asked, the camera still pointed at me.
I shook my head. My hair was disheveled, and my blouse was stained. I practically looked like I'd been through a war.
“Get that thing away from me,” I growled, trying to shield my face.
The man with the camera took a step back, but his colleague, a woman with a microphone, stepped forward. “Clara, I'm from Channel 5 News. We got a tip that you were involved in a scandal last night. Can you confirm or deny?”
Scandal? What scandal? My mind was blank, but something was slowly coming back to me.
Derrick.
The bar.
The f*****g drink.
Oh
