I open my eyes. Momentarily confused as to where I am. Sunlight streams in through the window, the rays falling on my arm and bed and I know this is not my room back at home. Or the one at the mansion or the penthouse. Unless I have a morning class, Dante doesn't wake me up. Suddenly, last night's events come flooding in. The gala, my stupid decision, G. I sit up, looking around the room in alarm. Half expecting to find a corpse next to me. I'm alone in bed so that's good. No dead body. Aside from the bed, there is a tablet on a nightstand table, and a couch at one end with a small round table in front of it. To my left, I spy a Nespresso machine on a counter and a fridge next to it. What time is it? I feel thirs- Oh my God, what time is it? I whirl around looking for my phone. If it's already morning then it means the gala is over. Did I spend the night in a hotel? Dante must be worried sick. Holy shit, what will I tell him? Why the fuck did I spend the night in a hotel room? Whe
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