Viella's POV
The world is spinning... wooaahh. Yeyyy, hahah.
"Ah, Lady Viella, please come down... you seem drunk," Lily's voice floated up worriedly.
"Me? Drunk? Of course not. Not at all. Pfft." I tried to wave her off but ended up almost tripping on the carpet.
"Right, okay, you're not drunk," Lily muttered, clearly unconvinced. "Just wait-I'll bring you something to help. Maybe ginger tea with lemon. It'll settle you a bit." She dashed off before I could argue.
I flopped dramatically onto the couch. "Hmm... let's go out for a loooong drive."
And with that genius thought, I grabbed my car keys and wobbled toward the door.
The night air hit me as soon as I stepped outside. Ah, freedom.
"Lady Viella, you should go back inside."
I froze. Oh, wonderful. One of Dante's watchdogs
