chapter forty-eight

ISABELLA’S POV

I woke up with a banging headache.

I let out a soft painful groan and forced myself up then I rolled out of bed, walked to the fridge and downed a bottle of water.

I tried to remember what has happened the previous night. I don’t remember walking to my room and getting into bed after the party. Had I left before the party was finished?

Last I remember was when Mattia had asked me for a dance and later on Dominique asked me for a dance too. To get my thoughts on Alessandro off, I had tried to spice my dance up and gulped a large amount of alcohol.

“Oh shit!!” I groaned. Knowing how silly I act when drunk, I fear I might have done something else.

I sighed and sat down on my bed. What could I have done this time? Why can’t I remember anything else after that?

Well, none of that would matter anymore after today.

I walked out of my room to the kitchen where I made breakfast.

“It’s breakfast time!!” I walked to their different rooms and woke them. They must be wasted from the