Frisca, woke up with a sick feeling; like something heavy had been placed over her head. With her messy hair tangled in knots over her face, she struggled to conjure where she was and look around. Running her hands over the satin sheet she focused her gaze on the wall mountings and felt confused. "I don't remember seeing the living room like this," she flipped her hair and shifted her gaze towards the doorway leading to the living room. "Wait a minute, this is the bedroom. How did I end up here?" she crossed her brows and looked around.
"Buenos días," Koru, leapt on her bed out of nowhere and curled on her lap.
"Buenos yourself, my head is aching," she complained and pressed her temples.
"Yes, I can see that. You, my senorita, are having a hangover," Koru commented.
"Whatever! God, th
