Sophia’s POV

“How do you feel now?” One of our live-in maids asks while she cleans up my room.

“Terrible.” I croak under the sheet as my head spins, and the weight of a building weighs on my back. My skin is reddened and itchy from wearing the corset for so long.

“You’ll feel better soon,” she encourages and goes about her duty quietly.

I hope so. I really hope I feel better. This hangover is after my life. I puked all over my bathroom floor in the middle of the night and have ...