Elara

I got out the next morning and Samantha was all bundled up in the living room like someone that caught a contagious disease. She had to spend the night because of the party the previous night and Mary too but Mary was probably somewhere in the house still sleeping.

There were ugly rashes on her face and I quickly understood what was going on. That was supposed to be my gift but I had the tables turned. It was the weekend so I didn't have to even attempt work today.

I walked up to her, still fully clothed in my night wear. “What happened to you? You look like...