Chapter 117. The Shop's Thieves I

Warm sunrays touched Dianna’s face, making sure she would feel its warmth and wake her up from a beautiful, yet painful dream. She slightly looked around, rubbing her eyes was a second option.

She sighed heavily and held her head, realizing what she did last night. Then she looked at her clothes, still wearing the same one.

“Ugh, my head!” She cried in discomfort, hoping it to disappear as soon as possible. “I… I’ll never drink again!”

It wasn’t a promise, but a realization.

Dianna forgot about her conversation with Klaud Anderson last night. She thought it was merely a dream and impossible to be real.

“Good thing today is Sunday,” she mumbled and stared upon the empty ceiling. “Why am I feeling this way? What exactly happened last night before I passed out?”

Memories flashed back but ended up feeling sick. Dianna caressed her temple, wishing the pain and dizziness would go away.

“I need a hot soup,” she spoke calmly.

By then, she took