Thalia woke up feeling a bit disorganized, she tried to remember the last night's activities but her fucking brain wasn't letting her, and now, she is in a nightgown, she remembers she was wearing a gown not something like this. This was strange, she knew she bought a lot of things at the mall the last time they went to the city, but she didn't remember ever picking a nightie.

She had no choice but to drag herself into the bathroom to freshen up because she still reeks of alcohol, that was a reminder that she was fucking drunk. She thought having one glass would give her the confidence to...