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LTY 31: Clandestine

April's POV

We had a blast last night. We had an after party at the hotel's auditorium after the great success of the event. Aunt Nadia and the Alvarez sent so much foods and we enjoyed every bit of it.

I just woke up in bright light with a heavy head because of drinking too much. We got tanked-up last night including Yanika who was even crying while drinking.

I had to pull myself earlier and guided my bestfriend back to the penthouse because she was crying so much without telling me the reason. I was just lucky that the staffs here were generous enough to help us both to reach the penthouse at the top floor because that bitch was a pain in the ass like me.

The sun is so up and I decided to get out of my bed and went out of my room with a severe headache. When I turned my head to the wall clock, b*tch it's 12pm.

I slept that long?

Walking towards the dining area, I saw my bestfriend walking back and forth at the living area and she looks definitely anxious. I sat in the counter table drinking some water while I'm observing her without saying anything.

She looks uneasy and pretty bothered with what she's thinking then she went to her room.

What's wrong with her now?

I decided to call downstairs to prepare us breakfast plus lunch because I'm hungry. I also reminded them to bring us hangover soup because we needed it and asked them to buy us medicine too.

I'm freaking hungry and that b*tch didn't even cooked while I helped him so much last night?!

While waiting for the food, I decided to browse on social media to kill time. Really glad Bighit Labels paved the way up and Seventeen got so much awards. I'm so proud of the boys. I will send them gifts when we got back to Korea.

Yanika came out of her room after couple of minutes looking more stress.

Something's really up with her.

"Yanika! You are making my head ache more. Can you stay still? What's wrong?" I asked curiously.

"M-my purse," she said looking really shocked.

"What about your purse?" I asked.

"I-it's missing," she said in horror.

"How much does it have? Does it have your cards? Do I have to call the bank now?" I said calmly. This b*tch never really worries if it's a small thing and looking at her super stress means it's big. She audits everything she has when she was single but when she got married, she never really worries about it anymore. And she was never clumsy on important things.

"No. I have my cards secured in my cardholders but that can't be lost. I have..." she paused.