A/N: Here it is, chapter nine. Read and review, please! Thanks, readers ;)
Prudence's POV
I slowly opened my eyes, and quickly closed them again because of the bright sun that entered the room through the windows. I wiped my eyes, and slowly opened my eyes. It was better now, but my head hurt very much. I gently raised my head, and saw the dress I wore last night. I rested my head against the cushion while trying to remember what happened the other night.
I looked around while thinking about the things I did the other, and I saw a piece of paper on the table beside the sofa. I stretched my hand to get the paper. After the third try, I finally got the piece of paper. It was a note from Beth. It said:
"Dear Prudence, by the time you are reading this, Emma, Pattie, and I are downstairs having breakfast in the hotel dining room. John carried you back to the hotel room, and told us what happened to you. We hope that you feel better after your first hangover.
Love, Beth
P.S. Pattie wants you to come downstairs if you are feeling better."
Forgive and forget, I suppose? I thought to myself, and set the paper upon the table.
I stood up from the sofa, and lazily dragged my feet to the bathroom. The headache would soon be gone. Never mind that. I opened the door weakly, and walked in. After closing the door, I looked at my own reflection on the mirror. I looked like a drag; my hair was messy, my eyes were sunken and red, and I looked very tired. I let out a sigh, and washed my face.
I thought that I would look better after washing my face—but I was wrong. I still looked the same like before—looking like a drag. I frowned, and sighed.
"What to do?" I said to myself with a shrug.
After combing my hair, and brushing my teeth, the telephone suddenly rang, and I flew out of the bathroom to answer the ringing telephone. I didn't know why I was so eager to answer any ringing telephones.
"Hello?" I began as I answered the call.
"Prudence, is this you?" asked the man on the telephone.
"Yes, this is Prudence," I said with a nod.
"Ah, Prudence! This is your father," said father on the telephone.
"I can hear that," I said with a chuckle. "Why you call?"
"Just to tell you that we're going to have dinner with the lads tonight," he said. "Tell your friends about this, Prudence, dear."
I nodded my head. "Oh, yes, father, I will," I said. "Is that all?"
"Yes, that's all," he said. "Goodbye, dear. I will see you tonight. Oh, and Carl will pick you up at seven."
"Okay," I said. "Goodbye." I hung up.
I quickly grabbed my purse, and walked out of the room bringing the hotel key. I locked the door, and went down to the hotel dining room to have breakfast. My stomach was grumbling, and I found it disturbing.
I saw my friends eating breakfast while they were chatting. I walked towards them, and greeted them a warm and friendly good morning. I sat on the empty chair beside Emma.
"How are you today, Prudence?" asked Pattie with a smile and an eyebrow raised.
"Not giving me a cold shoulder, eh, Pattie?" I asked with a smile like Pattie's.
"Nope," said Pattie with a friendly smile. "George told me to forgive you, and forget what happened between us."
"Good."
"You didn't answer my question, Prudence," said Pattie.
My cheeks turned pink. "Right," I chuckled for a while and then cleared my throat. "I'm still having a headache."
"Why don't you rest, Prudence?" asked Beth kindly.
"I'm hungry. Now, will you please excuse me for a moment, I need to get something to eat," I said while standing up from the chair, and I walked away to get food for me to eat.