FIORELLA’S POV
Yawning, I stretched my arms over my head and rubbed my eyes before sitting up.
It took me a second to remember where I was.
I was lying on the floor outside the bedroom door, where I must have fallen asleep sometime during the night.
The noises from inside had stopped.
I couldn’t stop thinking about what had happened to Rhys the night before. Nothing about it made any sense.
I stood up, wincing at the dull ache in my back, and tried to push the door open, but it didn’t budge.
The bed was still wedged against it.
“Fiorella.”
I spun around to see Gabby standing there, a concerned look on her face. “Hi. Good morning.”
“The morning would’ve been even better,” she said, tying her robe as she came downstairs, “if the newlyweds had let us get some sleep last night.”
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