Ouch. Her head hurt. And why was the room so bright? Squinting, she sat up slowly in bed. It wasn’t her bed either, the duvet cover bright blue and slightly scratchy. She swung her legs over the side of the mattress and sat for a moment, head in hands, as her brain fog slowly cleared. Spain. She was in Spain. And Benjamin was a bastard. Cora stood up, wobbled slightly then walked carefully to the window, kicking an empty wine bottle out of the way and groaning as she remembered why her head was aching so much. She pulled the thin, white curtains back, grimacing as the light hit her tender pupils, then stood there for a minute, letting her vision adjust and drinking in the view. The soft morning air filled her lungs and she pushed the window open even further, eyes drifting across surprisingly green countryside and to the distant hills beyond. As she headed downstairs to the kitchen in search of tea, she muttered a fervent thank you to her parents for the always open invitation to pop over to their Spanish villa and, she had to admit, an even more ardent thank you to them for actually being away on a cruise right now.
