{CHIARA}
It's well into the afternoon when I wake from yesterday's exhaustion, and while I'm still a little groggy, I feel well-rested and ready for my day. I've never woken up feeling so refreshed in my life. Could it be the expensive bed and the fancy Egyptian linen? Or . . . My gaze shifts to the glass of water that was left out for me last night.
No, it couldn't be. There's no way he slipped me something again. First in the car and then again in my drink. This is bullshit. How stupid could I be to have fallen for that?
I should have known better, but I was so exhausted and confused when I came to bed last night that it didn't even occur to me not to trust the glass of water that had been left on my bedside table. God, I'm an idiot.
