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Isabella's POV

I groaned hard.

A road roller is messing up my head badly.

"Water", I croaked.

But no one replied.

"Lay...Ryan...wat..er", trying my best to open my glued eyes I opened it finally.

"Wait..this is not my home", I stared at ceiling in confusion.

This happens when I'm drunk.

Ryan must have got me here.

He must have brought me to hotel. I wonder if I caused any trouble last night.

My dad will definitely kill me this time.

"Where are they?", I mumbled.

Seeing the water and advil at table I smiled.

Ryan is so thoughtful. He is definitely my brother.

"Thanks Ryan", I told...