Isla POV

It was Thursday, and my sick leave was finally over. Now I was back at the office, my ribs and head feeling better. Everything was perfect for now.

The break room was crowded as usual. Carmilla looped her hand through mine as we entered.

"Have you picked an outfit for the gala yet?" Carmilla asked as she finally took our seat.

"No, I haven't," I said softly. "I don't even know how to do my makeup."

"For real?" she asked, shocked. "Hmm, maybe after work tomorrow we can go through your things and find a suitable outfit. Or you can borrow one of mine."

"I don't think we...