ALINA
The sound of running water and the scent of body wash roused me from sleep. Peeling my eyes open, the first thing that came into my line of vision was a glass of juice resting on the bedside drawer.
A satisfied smile tugged at my lips. I pushed myself into a sitting position and reached for the glass, the duvet slipping to my waist, exposing my bare breasts.
I wrapped my fingers around the cool glass and brought it to my lips, but the juice had barely touched them when my phone vibrated somewhere in the room.
Seriously?
With a sigh, I climbed out of bed, the cold floor reminding me to slip on some flats. My gaze swept across the room before landing on my purse, which had been tossed onto the sofa along with my dress from last night.
Crossing the room, I reached into the purse a
