Catherine's POV
The first thing I felt when I woke up was that my head hated me. It throbbed like someone had stuffed a drum inside and decided to start band practice.
I groaned and rolled over, pressing a pillow to my face. My throat felt dry and my tongue was like sandpaper. Everything hurt.
The second thing I felt was confusion because yesterday I was putting on a T-shirt and shirt but I woke up in a nightgown.
I blinked, tugged at the fabric, and sat up so fast that my vision blurred.
"Wait… what the hell?"
I stared around the room and thankfully, it was mine. Not the living room, not the guest room, not anywhere embarrassing but still, I didn't remember changing. I didn't remember anything after—
Oh no.
My stomach sank.
The last thing I remembered was the girls arguing, Sasha and Lucy nearly pulling each other's hair out and then Julian's voice cutting through the noise. Gabriel right behind him, looking horrified.
