Raisel - POV

I was finally sober, sitting in Hazel's room. Fiora and Hazel still looked groggy, their coffee mugs doing little to chase away the hangover.

“Fiora, you’ve got the day off?” I asked. She nodded.

“Yes,” she whispered.

Hazel, frowning at her phone, suddenly looked troubled.

“Guys, I need to leave for New York,” she announced.

“Why?” I asked.

“My mother called. If I don’t go, I could lose my business deal for good,” Hazel ...