Low-Key*

{Melisa}

Melisa, Javir, Isabella, Raven, Armia, and probably every single other noble who went to the gala spent the entire next day in bed. 

Melisa, in particular, felt like she was going to melt.

The night's events had completely destroyed her will to be anything more than a vegetable. The assassination plot, the dancing, eating out various noblewomen in different parts of the palace. Not to mention that it hadn't become known to Melisa just how drunk she'd been until she woke up with a hangover. 

It was a hell of a night. 

Two days after the gala, however, Melisa stirred from her slumber, her eyes fluttering open as the first rays of sunlight filtered through the curtains.

She stretched languidly, a contented sigh escaping her lips.

[Huh. That's weird,] she thought, her brow furrowing slightly. [I feel... good. Really good, actually.]