Amelia's Point of View
"Holy s**t! Your eyes!"
That had been the first thing out of Erin's mouth when I emerged from the bathroom an hour after she first sent me in there. I was wrapped in a bathrobe that was four times the size of me, and I'd forgotten to put my dull contacts back into my eyes.
"Wow, they're incredible." She continued to look me straight in the eye, whilst I felt my cheeks starting to glow with embarrassment. Erin tapped her index finger against her mouth in thought, but after a few seconds she shrugged her shoulders and pulled me down into a vacant chair.
"Congratulations Luna, you smell - not dead!"
After following her every instruction, three times over, I was expecting a little more praise than that. Instead, she grabbed a towel and rough dried my hair.
