The next morning.
Marionette woke up to a pounding headache. She groaned softly, pressing two fingers against her temples before rubbing her sleepy eyes.
Sunlight filtered softly through the curtains, filling the room with a warm morning glow.
She blinked several times before slowly looking around. Then she realized she was back in her bedroom.
A faint crease appeared between her brows.
"How did I get back?"
Just then, something beneath the blanket wriggled. Marionette froze.
She slowly pulled the blanket aside.
Davina lay sprawled across the bed, sleeping without the slightest trace of elegance. One arm hung over the edge while half the blanket was wrapped around one leg.
Marionette's eyes widened.
"...Davi?"
No response.
"What on earth..."
Fragments of the previous night sl
