7th October 1999Aanya’s POV:I am a total mess this morning. My head feels like it’s been hit by a brick, my room looks like a tornado tore through it, and I’m on the verge of puking. The trifecta of misery. And, as if the universe wasn’t satisfied with my suffering, someone has been knocking on my door for what feels like an eternity. I want to yell, “Just go away!” but my inner polite person won’t let me.Dragging myself out of bed, I shuffled to the door. Standing there was a room attendant, a guy about my height, holding a tray loaded with food, water, and—hallelujah—tablets. What’s this all about?“Your breakfast, ma’am,” he said with a polite smile.“But I didn’t order anything,” I mumbled, confusion plastered all over my face.“It’s part of the package you paid for, ma’am,” he explained before promptly turning on his heel and leaving.Well, thanks, I guess? What a morning. I pulled the tray inside and shut the door, glancing around at the disaster that was my room. My dress fro
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