Wyatt Lewis smiled helplessly; only when she was drunk would she say such things.
Isla Sue cooked the hangover soup and lingered at the door for a bit. She originally wanted to go in, but then thought that if she disrupted their atmosphere, it would be too awkward...
Thinking it over, Isla decided to tell the maid to leave the hangover soup in the kitchen, to be served whenever they came out.
The next day, in the morning.
Aria Richardson was woken up by a phone call. She slowly opened her eyes and checked her phone; it was nine o'clock.
The screen showed a call from Hope Williams.
She reached out and rubbed her eyes, then answered the call with her eyes still closed, "Hey, Hope, what's up?"
"Aria, do you know where Wyatt is? I need to talk to him, but I can't get through on his phone."
Aria turned over and was about to say she didn't know, but then she realized she was lying on something.
