Lina's point of view: Rio's penthouse, morning
I wake up to the sun and my regrets.
My head hurts, my mouth tastes like something died in it, and I have no idea how I got into this bed. I don't remember putting on this silk robe, and there's a water bottle and painkillers on the nightstand, as if someone planned for this to happen.
I take the pills and drink the whole bottle of water in one big gulp.
There is no noise in the penthouse. It's too quiet. I take a shower and try to put together the pieces of yesterday: shopping with Diego, going to a club, having drinks, and then... nothing. A space with no hours.
When I get up, Rio is in the kitchen reading the newspaper like it's any other day. He is already dressed, perfectly clean, and has a completely blank look on his face.
I say "Good morning" carefully, keeping an eye on his face for any signs of what happened.
He doesn't look up. "You're awake."
