Ava
I awoke to the feeling of two sensations: the warm sun filtering through the sheer curtains and hitting my pillow, and the worst pounding in my head that I had experienced in a very, very long time.
With a soft groan, I cracked my eyes open to find that I had somehow managed to make it back to my bed. That was a win, at least. How much had I had to drink, anyway? Two bottles of wine? Three?
When I turned my head, though, my eyes caught sight of something else: a tray on my nightstand, laden with all of the hangover essentials, ranging from water, to painkillers, to crackers. There was a note there, too.
I picked up the note with a furrowed brow and unfolded it, reading its contents.
“You’re still cute, even when you’re puking. -C”
Upon reading the note, I insta
