Valeria's POV
The morning breeze drifted through the arched windows, carrying the soft chirps of sparrows as they flitted by. Slowly, I opened my eyes. “Hmm...” The fog of sleep still clung to me as fragmented memories of last night pieced together in my mind.
First, I’d gone to my usual bar and indulged in three glasses of Bitter Buckwheat Galaxy—two more than my usual limit. Then, back at Eric’s villa, someone had carried me upstairs, though the face remained a hazy blur.
Click.
The bedroom door creaked open, and a familiar face peeked in. Rose, with her bright smile, stepped inside, switching on the bedside lamp. “Luna Valeria, you’re awake?”
I sat up slowly, pressing one hand against the mattress. A strand of hair fell loose, and I brushed it back, still groggy. Drinking was rare
