Judy’s Pov
The smell of freshly made toast and brewed coffee hit me the second I opened my eyes. I wasn't cooking, so who could be in my house cooking? I sat up straight and rubbed my eyes, scanning the room.
This is definitely not my room. My room was lively compared to this large space filled with black beddings and dull paint. Where am I? I proceeded to get off the bed when a sharp pain shot through my skull. f**k! My head hurts so much. I slowly got out of bed and noticed a glass of water and a bottle labeled “hangover pills” on the desk.
Thank God. God knows how long I’ll have to deal with this. How much did I drink last night? f**k.
I got out of the room and followed the aroma of food downstairs. Should I be worried? I have no idea where I ended up, and now I’m heading toward whe
