Sienna pushed herself up into a sitting position, wincing as her muscles complained again. She looked around her apartment cautiously, as if expecting to find signs of chaos.
But no.
Everything looked… normal.
The table was intact.
The standing lamp stood proudly.
Nothing appeared broken or out of place.
A wave of relief washed over her.
"Okay… good… nothing thrown from their places and nothing exploded," she murmured, nodding slowly as if she had just passed an important life test.
But then—
Her gaze dropped.
And froze.
There, lying on the rug near her feet like evidence at a crime scene, was the wine bottle.
It's completely empty, not even a drop left.
Completely empty.
Sienna stared at it in silence for a few seconds, her expression slowly shifting from confusion… to disbelief… to mild horror.
"What the heck! I finished a whole bottle to the last drop?" she asked hoarsely, her voice barely audible.
