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Gia woke up in her room with a mild headache. She didn't immediately get up, but kept laying down and replayed the things that happened at the wedding. Gia was good at drinking, her tolerance was much better than many of those whom she knew. A few glasses of wine were nothing, but yesterday she got herself drunk. She remembered most of the things but couldn't remember when she passed out or who brought her back. Gia rolled around on the bed with no regard of her appearance. She was still wearing the same dress as yesterday. Touching her face, she realised that the make up was removed. Gia suddenly realised that Dylan brought her back. Because of Gia's heavy schedule, she would often come home late and forget to remove her make up before bed. Dylan had to learn and do it for her ins