Haru
I didn’t know what time everyone returned to the cottage last night, but I knew it was very late as none of them except Mason got up until well after ten in the morning. By then, it was too late for us to do any exploration of the island as a group.
Both Carter and Lucas looked like they had just woken up from hell, their hair a mess and their skin pale. Hangover. I bet they had drunk quite a bit last night. They could barely walk straight as we strolled through the beautiful pathway lined with cherry blossom trees that’d lead us to the Princeton Mansion. Honestly, they could have stayed back, but of course, they weren’t going to miss out on free food, and possibly, more alcohol.