Elizabeth POV
Elizabeth woke up with a pounding headache, her mouth dry as sandpaper, and her stomach churning like she’d swallowed a frog. Groaning, she squeezed her eyes shut, trying to block out the sunlight streaming through unfamiliar curtains. Her brain felt like it was swimming through fog, and her body ached like she’d run a marathon.
She forced herself to take a deep breath, trying to push through the haze. The remnants of a strange dream swirled in her mind—she and Rosemary had been dressed like clowns, shouting that they were twins... and Matteo had been there, too. Had she called him an Italian Stallion?
A weak chuckle escaped her lips despite the throb in her temples. Thank God it was just a dream. There was no way she could face Matteo if that had actually happened.
She
