Chapter-28

Casey P.O.V.

The sunlight streamed through the curtains, too bright for the pounding headache I was nursing. I groaned, rolling over in bed, half-hoping that the events of last night had been some bizarre dream. But the ache in my feet from those killer heels and the faint smell of chlorine on my dress from getting too close to the pool told me otherwise.

Zazu had already left the room, and I could hear the faint clinking of dishes from the kitchen. I dragged myself out of bed and made my way to the kitchen, hoping coffee would make me feel human again. As I shuffled in, Zazu was sitting at the table, phone in hand, scrolling furiously.

“Morning,” I muttered, heading straight for the coffee machine.

“Morning? Try chaos,” she said, not looking up from her phone. “We have got a problem.”

I blinked, still bleary-eyed. “What do you mean?”

She shoved her phone across the table toward me, her expression somewhere between mortified and furious. I glanced down at the screen and froze. There,