Chapter 137

Elena's head pounded as she fumbled with her keys at the front door. Her dress from last night was wrinkled, her makeup smeared, and she could still taste the regret on her lips.

The metallic taste of too much alcohol mixed with the bitter flavor of poor decisions made her stomach churn as she tried to steady her shaking hands.

"Please let everyone still be asleep," she prayed silently, turning the key to her room as quietly as possible.

The last thing she needed was to face anyone in this state, disheveled, reeking of whiskey and shame, wearing the same dress she'd left in the night before.

But...