Chapter 84
~ Octavia ~
I woke up to the most wicked headache I have ever had. It felt as if a construction crew was using my skull for jackhammer practice.
Groaning, I rolled over to see the sheets crumpled beside me and Nola sleeping peacefully at the foot of my bed, completely unbothered by the state of my life.
Where's Victoria? I wondered. I vaguely remembered her mentioning a sleepover since we had stayed out so late for my birthday.
Then, a scent drifted through the crack in the door—the sweet, buttery aroma of waffles and the rich, earthy smell of brewing coffee.
I dragged myself out of bed, my head throbbing with every step, and staggered into the kitchen. Victoria was there, humming to herself as she flipped a golden waffle onto a plate.
"Good morning, sleepyhead," she said, looking far too energetic for someone who had been at a nightclub until the early hours. "How was your sleep?"
