13. What Is the Secret Of Katherine?

Amelia’s POV

I woke up with this sticky feeling in my hair. I groaned loudly when the strong smell of my perfume hit me like a truck.

Ugh! What the hell is going on? Why does my head feel like it’s getting pounded by a hammer?

I reluctantly dragged myself out of the bed, as I noticed that I wasn’t wearing anything.

What the fuck?!

My white dress was kept at the corner of my room, inside of the laundry bucket whereas there was a black leather jacket lying on the floor.

I instantly tried to think what happened last night but I couldn’t remember anything except for the loud music and me going to that party and standing alone in the corner.

Did I drink too much? I don’t even remember that.

And who does this jacket belong to? It does look a bit familiar. I picked it up and sniffed it but I couldn’t distinguish any smell apart from my own perfume. Everything in this room smelled like my perfume as if the bottle fell on the ground and broke.

I realized I was standing naked in the mid