The morning sun filtered through the curtains, casting a warm, golden glow across my room. It was a new day, but the remnants of last night's escapade weighed heavily on me. My head throbbed, and my stomach churned with the aftereffects of the alcohol that had fueled my reckless behavior.
As I reluctantly climbed out of bed, I couldn't help but cringe at the memories of the previous night. Singing a love song on stage, embarrassing myself in front of a crowd—it was all so unlike me. But then again, nothing about my life lately had been typical.
I glanced at the clock and realized that I was running late for my meeting with Scarlett at the estate. I hurriedly dressed in a simple blouse and jeans, attempting to conceal the remnants of my hangover.
The drive to the estate was quiet and ref
