Chapter 155: A Weekend Escape

Hazel awoke to the sound of her phone vibrating on the bedside table, its persistent buzzing cutting through the haze of her hangover. Her head throbbed with every pulse of her heartbeat, and she groaned, shielding her eyes from the harsh morning light streaming through the curtains. She reached blindly for her phone, squinting at the screen. The name "Siobhan" flashed across it, and she hesitated for a moment before answering. "Hey, Siobhan," Hazel mumbled, her voice hoarse and gravelly. "Good morning, sunshine!" Siobhan’s voice was annoyingly cheerful. "You sound like you’ve been hit by a truck. Late night?" Hazel rubbed her temples, trying to massage away the headache. "You could say that." Siobhan’s tone softened, sensing that something was wrong. "What happened? Did things not go well at the event last night?" "Not even close," Hazel replied, the memory of the previous evening flooding back in a wave of frustration and anger. She sat up in bed, resting her head against the