I am not crying!

The next morning came really fast, he took his bath then entered the kitchen to make a hangover soup for her.

She felt her head splitting as she opened her eyes, her vision blurred for a moment before it became clear.

With her hand massaging the side of her head, she scanned the room, luxurious and homely, ash and white with golden tints around the room.

She could already tell that wherever she is, it is surely not a hotel and the house she is in is not lacking compared to her own house. 

She looked under the duvet but she couldn't tell what happened the last night, she itched her head in an attempt to remember but she still couldn't so she decided to find out for herself.