Ariana rose from the bed, her temples throbbing, and made her way to the bathroom. Upon catching her reflection, she froze. Her lips, slightly swollen, sported a small cut.

Leaning closer to inspect the cut, she racked her brain for any recollection of the night's events that could explain the injury.

It frustrated her to know that on occasions when she drank excessively, her memory often failed her. This was one of the reasons she typically refrained from indulging in alcohol. However, last night's jubilation had overridden her caution, resulting in her current predicament.

Despite her efforts, the night remained a blur.

Ariana sighed, deciding it must have been some minor accident due to her intoxication, and continued with her morning routine.