It was too early in the morning for Quinn to wake up. With bleary eyes and hurried steps, she headed for the bathroom. Not to shower or relieve herself, the nausea that had been gnawing at her was unbearable. Either it was from last night's meal or maybe there was something else wrong.
Quinn looked at herself in the mirror right in front of her. Pale-one word that aptly described her current state.
"What is this? Am I allergic to last night's dinner? Or is it because of my pregnancy?"
And she felt another flutter of the stomach. It was about fifteen minutes in front of the sink.
After making sure she didn't feel nauseous, the girl went back to her room, then suddenly felt hungry. Just as she was about to go downstairs, she saw Ivy there, still with her apron on.
"Are you hungry, Quinn
