Polly

Evangeline woke up with a start.

Her head pounded like someone had taken a hammer and struck it directly against her skull, her nap had not done much to reduce the hang over.

She was never ever getting drunk again.

The room was dim and the curtains were drawn, and for a second, she had no idea what time it was. Then it hit her… the dinner.

"Shit."

She threw the blankets off quickly and stumbled to the bathroom.

Her body muscles ached and her limbs were heavy, but she forced herself into the shower which she set in a cold temperature.

The cold water made her gasp, but it did clear some of the fog in her head.

She scrubbed her skin until she felt awake, running her fingers through the tangled silver tresses of her hair before stepping out.

She wrapped a towel around her body and rushed to the closet.