Hailee's POV
My head was pounding. A dull, throbbing ache that felt like someone had hit me with a hammer. I groaned softly and pressed my hand to my forehead, forcing my eyes open. Bright light. White sheets. A soft bed that definitely wasn't mine. Panic hit me like cold water. I sat up quickly, looking around the unfamiliar room. It was elegant, too elegant, all dark wood, silver accents, and soft velvet curtains. This wasn't my chamber in the palace.
"Where… where am I?" I whispered to myself, my heart racing. I looked down. My clothes were still on, the same dress from last night. My heels lay neatly by the edge of the bed. Nothing felt wrong, but my chest tightened anyway.
What happened last night?
I remembered the club, the music, the dance, the drink. Cira handing me another drink. Then, spinning. Losing my balance. And then—
