Hailey's eyes opened slowly to the rays of the sun above her and something wet on her forehead. She did feel the wetness calm a headache she didn't even know she had. She closed her eyes tight again, then sighed.
"How do you feel?"
She turned to Archer. He was sitting on the edge of the bed, wearing a sleeveless turtle neck, his eyes calm.
"What...what happened?"
He said nothing as he took the towel off her forehead, then started to move away.
"Archer? Did something happen? How was...how was the dance? Did I do well?"
He turned to her. "Yes. You did well to humiliate me. Happy?"
Her brows furrowed as she tried to search her memory. She could only remmeber up to the entrance. Nothing else. All of it felt vague and a little scattered, and she squinted her eyes hard.
"What are you tal
