Sophia's POV.
"You're just returning, what happened?" Mary asked, her voice laced with concern.
"I think the drink I took was too much for me," I sighed, leaning against the kitchen counter. "I ended up passing out," I added.
"What?" She stopped cutting the vegetables and turned to me in shock. "Are you okay? Those kinds of places are too dangerous to be vulnerable in."
"Don't worry," I muttered with a smile. "Rita took care of me.
She pulled me away from a stranger and took me to a room...I think."
"You think?" She raised her eyebrows.
"Well, I woke up in a room with my clothes on. Besides, Rita is a lovely person, she won't do anything to hurt me," I replied softly.
"You say that so confidently. You shouldn't trust people so easily," She said, resuming her task.
"She likes me,"
