[30]: A Light Supper

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~1963~

Madison gave a soft groan as she woke up; she was a bit hungover from yesterday. She shut her eyes as she snuggled more into her pillow. The door to the bedroom opened, Diego slipped inside, a glass of water in his hand as he moved towards the bed.

He placed the cup down onto the bedside table and crouched beside the bed. Madison was still asleep. "Morning, honey," he greeted softly as he used his hand to brush away the hair that had fallen in front of her eyes. 

Madison let out a groan as she opened her eyes again. Her right hand immediately rested against her forehead as it pounded. "Remind me to never drink again with your family." 

Diego chuckled. "They're your family too," he reminded her.

Madison snorted. "Well, then I disown them."

"That's the hangover talking," Diego tells her as he reaches for the cup of water. "Here, drink up." Madison slowly sits up in bed. She takes the cup of water and downs it in one sip. She placed the glass back down onto the bedside table. She looked over at her husband. "Thank you." 

"I have your outfit laid out," Diego informed her.

Madison raised an eyebrow at her husband. "Well, aren't you thoughtful?" She got up from the bed and moved over to the chair where an orange dress lied on it. She picked it up. "What's the special occasion?"

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