"Where are we? What are we doing here?" After some rest, Arthur's mind cleared a little, though the lingering effects of the alcohol still left him groggy.
Ashley's long, wavy hair cascaded over her face, making it difficult to see her expression. But from her clothes to her hair, everything about her looked like Ashley. Yet, something felt off.
She was unusually quiet tonight. Ashley was never the overly talkative type, but this silence felt different, unnatural.
Was she upset that I had been drinking?
Ashley isn't the kind of person to get upset over something so trivial... If something is bothering her, she will usually say it outright... So why was she acting so of ton ight?
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