Tabitha’s POV

I wake up with a bad case of hangover. It’s my fault. When I chugged down my first few shots of tequila last night, I thought that I could take over the world and now I am paying the price.

I drag myself downstairs for water while my head is pounding with every step. I spot Greta and Rose setting a bowl of soup on the counter like they already expect me to go here at this exact moment. The steam alone makes me feel marginally human again.

I mutter a sheepish thank you as I sit on the counter and inhale the delicious scent of soup.

“Where’s...