Olivia's POV
As I open my eyes, a pulsing ache reverberate throughout my head. It is an unfamiliar sensation that leaves me feeling disoriented and unbalanced. It feels far worse than the aftermath of a night of heavy drinking and partying. I wonder if this means that my cherished gift of controlling alcohol is slipping from my grasp, much in the same way other things in my life appears to be slipping away.
Recalling my interaction with Princess, I can't rule out the possibility that she had spiked my drink. Although she seems like a good companion, I can't shake the nagging feeling that things moved really fast between us in just a few hours. At this point, what I need is somebody who is a little less intense, after my past experience with Grace.
I cuddle on the bed, trying to soak the
