LOST LOVE

HUNGOVER

**Catherine's POV**

I woke up with a pounding headache, feeling like there was a heavy weight on my head. My eyes scanned my surroundings. I was in my living room. Why did I sleep here last night? My body ached all over. Serena was sprawled out on the floor. Then I remembered the previous night. We had gone to a club.

**SHIT!**

I called out to Serena, but she turned away. Typical.

"Serena!" I called again. She covered her ears with her hands.

"What, Cat? Why are you here so early?" she mumbled groggily.

"You’re in my house." Thank God James wasn’t home.

"Why did you bring me here?" she asked, rubbing her eyes. This girl seriously didn’t remember anything about last night.

"Serena," I called, trying to rouse her from her sleepy state. "Don’t you remember anything?"

"I had an amazing dream last night," she said out of nowhere.

"What?"

"A handsome man. I was in the arms of a handsome man. He dropped me off," she said, clearly trying to remember.

"I had the same dream. Is that a coincidence?"

"Is it because we slept together that we had the same dream?" she asked. Is that even possible?

"No, that wasn’t a dream..." I looked around and noticed the footprints of shoes on my floor. "So a man really did drop us off here. God, what if he was a serial killer? How could I lose control like that?"

"Wow," she squealed, clearly not concerned.

I walked to the cupboard and grabbed some painkillers. I handed one to her along with a glass of water.

"Do you know him?" she asked, still thinking about the man.

"I feel like I’ve seen him before," I replied.

"Really?" She was all smiles.

"I might be wrong," I admitted. Her face fell.

"Did he tell you his name?" she asked.

"No," I said, unsure. I wasn’t exactly in a clear state of mind last night.

"How am I going to find him?" she wondered aloud.

I don’t even remember his face clearly. Then it hit me.

"He’s a divorce lawyer," I said excitedly.

She jumped up from the floor. "Really? God must love me too much. I just had a breakup, and the next moment, he shows me a handsome man."

Is this woman serious? "What if he’s married?"

"He’s not. There was no ring on his finger," she observed.

"Were you that conscious last night?" I couldn’t believe it.

"What else would you look for in a handsome man?" she asked. She had a point.

"Okay, but I’m sure he has a girlfriend."

"It’s okay to give it a try," she said optimistically. "Do you want to try?" Her question stunned me.

"I’m not single like you," I said, pinching her nose.

"Okay, Mrs. Loyal. Let me try my luck," she said with a grin.

"Well, how are you going to find him?" I questioned her. "Don’t get me wrong, Rena, but this isn’t a movie; it’s reality. He’s not going to come riding in on a horse for you." She looked at me for a while.