Lingerie

The following morning, Patricia woke up with a pounding migraine that made her feel like her head might explode if she didn't get something to ease it soon.

With her hands on her head and her eyes shut tight, she slowly made her way out of bed and stumbled out of the room. Taking cautious steps toward the kitchen, she relied on her senses to guide her until she bumped into a wall and let out a sharp scream, rubbing her forehead.

"Stupid! Why would you drink that much?" She cursed herself, taking a deep breath before continuing her unsteady walk. Soon, a sweet aroma wafted through the air, bringing a smile to her face because it meant she was close to the kitchen.

Following the scent, she finally arrived and slowly opened her eyes, ready to thank Maria for making her favorite hangover soup. Surprisingly, it was indeed her favorite, the very one Zara used to make for her every time she had a hangover. But how did Maria know?