Lunara flicked her eyes open.
A dull sting hit her first, the light filtering in through tall glass windows. But it was the sharp ache in her back that truly woke her, so sudden it made her bite her lower lip the moment she shifted.
"What the hell…" she muttered, her voice raspy.
Her gaze swept the room, still hazy with sleep. High ceilings. Neutral walls. Floor-to-ceiling windows with sheer curtains dancing gently in the morning breeze. The bed beneath her was massive, everything was too unfamiliar.
Her eyes widened and almost instantly she looked down at her body and saw her body was now wore a cute pink pajamas.
"Where am I?!"
Lunara sat up too fast, the sudden movement sending a sharp ache down her spine.
Her heart pounded in her chest as she clutched the sheets tighter around her.
What happened last night?
She forced herself to breathe. Think.
The bar.
