#Chapter 177: Christmas

Audrey I jolted awake, disoriented and stiff from a night of sleeping on the floor. Blinking against the harsh morning light that was now streaming through the large round window, through which trees were dripping with melted snow and glistening icicles, I realized that we were still in the sewing room. We had gotten so drunk and tired last night that we hadn’t even thought of making it back to bed. Edwin and I had fallen asleep on the floor, tangled up in each other… And in lengths of fabric, which were now wrapped around our arms and legs. “Edwin,” I mumbled groggily, shaking his shoulder. “Wake up.” He groaned, his eyes fluttering open, and lifted his head from where it had been propped on one forearm. “What... where the hell are we?” I couldn’t help but laugh at his bewildered expression, at the way his hair was sticking up in all directions. “We fell asleep sewing,” I said, smoothing the mussed pieces back down. “Oh, Goddess. My bac