Valerie's POV
I groaned from my sleep, I felt like I was run over by a train.
“My head” I muttered, holding my head like it was about to fall off. I got out of bed, went straight to the bathroom, brushed my teeth and washed my face before heading downstairs.
“Mrs Smith, can I get something for my hangover?” I ground and lay my head on the cold counter.
“Oh poor you! Didn't you see it by your bedside?” She asked and my eyes widened.
“What?” I asked, on the brink of crying when she passed me the hangover soup.
What happened yesterday? I can remember walking into the club with Leonard and meeting his business partner or client.
“Thank you” I asked, diving into the soup. Just the thought of what happened yesterday was making my heart thud as if I did something worse yesterday.
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