Evelyn
"Evelyn, rise and shine! We can't afford to be tardy," Clara nudged me, determined to rouse me from my slumber whilst I tried to sink my head into the pillow.
"Not today, Clara. My head is throbbing like a war drum," I groaned.
"Did you drink alcohol last night?" Her keen observation was almost immediate; Of course, she couldn’t miss the scent of liquor.
"Don't breathe a word to Dad, but yes. I may have consumed an entire bottle.”
God! The consequences were evident in my pounding head and queasy stomach.
"Why did you overdo it? You know your tolerance for strong liquor is lacking," she sighed, sitting beside me.
I couldn't reveal the true reason, could I? Absolutely not.
"I simply wanted to let loose and have some fun, but I went a little too far with the a
