Third Person POV:

Alice woke up with a headache, as yesterday's memories rushed into her mind like a frenzy.

Even with their current ambiguous posture, she knew both were dressed.

The furnishings in the room weren't the same as yesterday's, and there was essential oil aromatherapy on the table directly across from the bed, the scent light and faint, with a perfume if anything.

Yesterday, even though she was completely out of her mind, she knew what had come between her and Robert.

Alice clasped her hands around her skirt and walked out into the living room. Next to the couch, where the coffee table sat, were several decorating schematics,...