Malia's P.O.V. "Ugh! This is what happens when I drink!" My head was pounding mercilessly. I woke up to the gentle touch of sunlight, its warm rays cutting through the fog of my hangover. In the midst of my groans, Cheska's voice broke through the haze, calling out to me. "Hey, Malia, are you awake?" Cheska's voice echoed from the door. "Callisto has been looking for you." Rubbing my temples, I regretted every sip of alcohol from the previous night. How could I have let myself lose control like that? Trying to gather my thoughts, or at least attempting to, I replied, "Tell him I'll be out shortly, Cheska. "I just need a moment to freshen up." Cheska's footsteps fade away, leaving me alone with my pounding headache and disheveled mind. I stumbled out of bed and made my way to the bathroom, hoping that splashing cold water on my face would bring some much-needed clarity. As droplets cascaded down my face, memories of the night flooded back. Laughter, conversations, and my feeble at
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