Zoey's POV 

  By morning I woke up with a throbbing headache, which I guess was a hangover. 

  Crawling out of bed, I sauntered out of my room to go get my hangover smoothie from the fridge when I stopped short at the dining table.

  Whoa, my belly rumbled as the tantalizing aroma invaded my nostrils, and I grinned hard.

  Someone walked up from behind me, and I turned to give her a big bear hug, which made her chuckle.

  “Put me down, baby. You'll hurt yourself.” My mom warned lightly as I twirled her around.

  “Oh, you made all my favorites. Are we having a feast?” I asked, finally letting...