Lusia woke up with a heavy head and slightly blurred vision. The sharp pain in her head reminded her of a long night of alcohol and disappointment. She tried to piece together her scattered memories like puzzle pieces.
"Where am I? What happened last night?" Lusia asked herself.
The only thing clear in her mind was the betrayal committed by Jerry, her fiancé, and Anne, her half-sister. The two of them, without a hint of guilt, are lying together in a bed that should belong only to Lusia and Jerry.
Disappointed and angry, Lusia takes her best friend, Shine, to a nearby bar. There, she drowns her sorrows in alcohol, glass after glass. But now, on this empty and unfamiliar morning, she remembers nothing after that.
With what was left of her courage, Lusia turned her head to the side, and her breathing seemed to stop. A strange man was lying beside her, without a single piece of cloth on either of their bodies. Lusia froze for a moment before realizing how serious this situation was. How could she have woken up next to someone she didn't know? And even more shocking, the man was Andrew Beardsley, the famous actor she had only seen on screen.
"No! This is crazy. I have to escape immediately, before the media finds out. I don't want to live an uneasy life being involved in a scandal with him," Lusia said quietly.
Panic began to take over Lusia. She got out of bed carefully, trying not to wake Andrew. Her heart was beating fast, almost out of her chest. Her hands were shaking as she picked up her clothes scattered on the floor, trying to put them on as quickly as possible. In her mind, there was only one goal: to get out of this place before Andrew woke up and saw her.
Once dressed, Lusia opened the door to the room slowly, stepping out anxiously. She walked quickly down the hotel corridor, breathing a sigh of relief when she made it out of the room without incident. But soon, she came to a halt. Lusia stared at the room door in front of her. Room 109. A terrible realization hit her. She had the wrong room.
The hotel belonged to her family, and the room she usually stayed in was room 108, right next to Andrew's room. The events of last night began to unfold bit by bit. After getting drunk, she returned to the hotel to rest and unknowingly walked into Andrew's room instead of her own.
"Oh my! I shouldn't have been so careless. How did I get the wrong room? "Lusia tapped her forehead, feeling very stupid.
However, now was not the time to drown in regret. Lusia had to act quickly. Quickly, she entered room 108, where she was supposed to be. Inside, she changed her clothes and put on makeup. She didn't want anyone to know what happened. Everyone had to believe that she was still a graceful and untarnished girl despite her broken heart.
Once she felt sufficiently prepared, Lusia left the hotel and went home. But her return was not welcomed. Her stepmother was waiting for her in the living room, her face full of anger.
"Unlucky girl! Where have you been?" Her stepmother's voice was sharp, piercing Lusia's ears.
"You're getting married to Jerry today, and you've been missing all night. Answer me! Are you deaf?"
Lusia did not answer. She just smiled a small, meaningful smile, then stepped into the powder room. Her heart was empty, but she walked on. Today was her wedding day to Jerry, but for Lusia, it was just another day full of falsehood and betrayal. In front of the mirror, she lets the makeup artist apply her makeup, hiding all the hurt and sorrow behind a thick layer of cosmetics.
Meanwhile, back at the hotel, Andrew woke up from his sleep. His head felt a little heavy, but he soon realized that something was wrong. He looked to the side, where the woman had slept last night, but now she was gone. Andrew got up from the bed. His eyes searched around the room, but there was no sign of her.
He thought back to last night. Originally, he had only planned to meet Anne, a woman who had caught his attention for a long time. Andrew deliberately left the door to his room open, waiting for her arrival. But the opposite happened. The woman who showed up and spent the night with him was not Anne but Lusia, who somehow managed to stray into his room.
Andrew let out a long sigh, feeling confused by all this. He thought she was a hired woman sent to spend the night with him, but he quickly dismissed his thoughts. His eyes fell on the crumpled sheets, and there, Andrew saw bloodstains that Andrew couldn't ignore. She wasn't just someone he met on a normal night out.
Curiosity got the better of Andrew. He immediately called Jeremy, his manager, asking for help finding the woman he had spent the night with. That's when his eyes caught something on the floor: an identification card lying near the door. Andrew picked it up and read the name on it: Lusia Nathania.
The name was familiar to him. Lusia, the woman who was just about to tie the knot with her fiancé, Jerry Law. In a flash, the pieces of information came together in his mind, creating a complete picture of who the woman he had just spent the night with was. And now, he knows that Lusia is not just any woman. She was part of the family that owned the hotel where he was staying.
Andrew smiled slightly, a meaningful smile. He knew that that night was the beginning of something bigger, something he couldn't let slip away. Although Lusia might want to forget what happened between them, Andrew had no intention of letting that happen. He would find her, and when they met again, he would make sure that all the questions on his mind were answered.
"Jeremy, take me to Lusia Nathania's house."
"But today she's getting married to her fiancé, Andrew."
"I'm going to crash the wedding," Andrew said confidently.
"Are you crazy?" Jeremy naturally panicked. Such words came out of the mouth of a famous actor like Andrew.
