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ARIANA'S POV.

The next morning, I rose feeling as light as a bird. The sun streamed in through the window, washing my bed with sun rays. Strength thrummed in my veins, and I felt like running up the walls, or jumping till I could catch the chandelier.

"Rise and shine." I said, pushing aside the curtain shielding me from Sunny and Miguel.

Miguel was on their bed, sitting with his feet on the ground, but his eyes were half-closed.

"What are you doing, Miguel? Didn't I wake you just now?" Sunny asked, coming to kick Miguel, who fell back to the bed, like a log of wood. "Was I the one who told you to dance through the night with a girl who's definitely going to ruin you?" Sunny snickered.

"Why are you waking him? The party wasn't over until dawn."