The next morning arrived far too quickly. Golden sunlight streamed through the curtains of Rafael's bedroom, illuminating the room in a soft glow.For a few moments, Rafael remained motionless beneath the blanket.
His head throbbed. A dull ache pulsed behind his eyes. The consequences of far too much alcohol. He groaned softly and rubbed his forehead.
"What the hell..."
The last thing he remembered clearly was sitting at the mini bar.
After that...everything became blurry. He slowly sat up.
The movement immediately made his headache worse.
"Damn."
At that exact moment, the bedroom door opened quietly. Rafael looked up and immediately saw Aria. She entered carrying a tray just like every morning.
As though nothing unusual had happened the previous night. Her expression remained perfectly neutral.
Which somehow bothered him.
"Good morning, Mr. Rafael."
Her voice sounded normal.She placed the tray on the bedside table.
"I brought honey lemon water."
Rafael blinked.
