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Bianca never felt a hangover until she woke up. It felt more like a concussion. She groaned and massaged her head, looking at her ceiling and sighing. Whatever happened the night prior, she hadn't a clue. But she felt terrible physically. Like despite the fact that her room was nearly pitch black, she couldn't stand the little amount of light in her room. She also couldn't handle the movement outside. But she sat up and looked at herself in the mirror across her bed. She was a mess. Makeup was smudged and she was in the dress she was in yesterday. And her hair, well, she knew she'd have to get to that at some point. May as well begin, as she slipped out of her bed and stripped from the dress, pulling out a hoodie and slipping into it while grumbling. Her hair was less tangled than it seemed, as she brushed through it and wiped her face. With a sigh, she left her room and shielded her eyes. And in her hands, a glass of water was dropped. She looked up and saw Odele smiling down at her, "mornin', how's your first hangover?" He watched her drink the water, she was shaky with fatigue and just because.

"Terrible." She muttered, "what happened last night?" She leaned against Odele and sighed, "I feel sick," she warned and he guided her to the bathroom, where he let her hunch over the toilet bowl,

"You were doing karaoke with Athena, then you passed out." He replied and rubbed her back as she wretched. She ended up puking and Odele exhaled heavily, comforting her. When she was done, she pushed up and went straight for the sink, hating the smells attacking her nose and the noises she was hearing.

"Ugh... who put me to bed?" She mumbled and splashed her face with water,

"Me." He shrugged.

"Oh okay, I would have died if it was mum's bodyguard." She confessed and Odele nodded,

"Well, you're doing better so come eat," he urged and they went to the dining room, where Athena had already eaten and was talking to Antonio. They ate in a tense silence for some reason,

"Did mum's bodyguard stay home last night?" Bianca realised and looked at them, "all I remember is him getting mad at Athena," she muttered. Odele tilted his head,

"What? Why?" He raised a brow, that worried him; he had the ability to get mad at the girls. A part of Odele was hoping he was one of those who couldn't ever get mad at a girl because they were women.

If Kato was like that, Camilla, his sister, would have beat him up. So would his friend.

"Hell if I remember." Athena rolled her eyes, "but he's probably over it, he checked up on me before leaving quickly." Bianca bit her tongue, did he do the same for her?

"Worries me though. You know what he's capable of." Odele muttered, though he truly wondered what got under his skin. He was attacked by the girls and didn't mind all that much - maybe because they were both cute girls. But still, that probably didn't matter because he got mad at Athena anyway. But then what actually made him mad? Not them both climbing and assaulting him, was there anything worse they could possibly do?

"I still kind of don't believe you." Athena pulled out her phone, "about to hire a kamikaze assassin in case he does kill the guy I'm arranging to attack us." She sighed lazily.

"What the Hell is your problem?" Bianca frowned,

"Well dad and I were thinking about it because he really does absolutely nothing all the time. So we wanna see if he's good." Athena shrugged and Odele rested his hand on Bianca's shoulder,

"Trust me, we only have to worry if he wants to protect us." Odele assured her. She still frowned and heard the front door open.

"Kids, I'm home!" Elena smiled nicely. She rushed in with bags, "I got these cute little cupcakes I saw outside." She giggled and showed them, "I thought of you guys." She slid them over. Antonio cheered and took one, Bianca looked at them and then up to Kato who stood behind Elena. "You kids keep buying me gifts. I'm trying to return the favour with cute little sentiments! Look happy!" She whined and Kato rested a hand on her shoulder,

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