Abby glanced briefly at the person who just stepped into her room.

Martha held her nose as she stared at the ground littered with bottles of wines, beers and cigarettes.

"Abby!! what is the meaning of this? are you trying to kill yourself?"

Abby drew the duvet over her face, she didn't want to speak with her mum or anyone else, she made a mistake by leaving the door opened last night.

"It's still so early mum... let me be!"

Angered by the reply she got, Martha matched straight to the bed and pulled the duvet off Abby's body.

"You have guests waiting downstairs for you, go and freshen up...