Chapter 95

• Alicia’s POV
• ​I dragged myself out of bed long past noon, my head throbbing with a terrible hangover as the bright sunlight pierced through the window blinds. I picked up my phone, rubbed my blurry eyes, and dialed Rosalina's number.
• ​"Lina..." I croaked out into the speaker, my voice sounding super fuzzy and raspy. "Hey... did we... did we actually see my Uncle Vesper down at the bar yesterday, or was that just a terrifying fever dream?"