~Savannah
The door slammed open with a violent thud, and there stood Violetta. Her eyes went wide, scanning the tangled sheets, my flushed face, and Rachel—who was still half-dressed. Violetta’s face turned a deep, angry beetroot red in seconds.
"What—what is... Mummy?" she stuttered, her voice trembling with pure shock.
The blood completely drained from Rachel’s face. She looked petrified. Without saying a single word, she grabbed the duvet, wrapped it around herself like a shield, and bolted out of the room, leaving me to deal with the aftermath.
I scrambled off the bed, my heart hammering against my ribs. I rushed toward Vio, who was still standing in the doorway with her mouth hanging open.
"I can explain... Vio, please," I started, my hands shaking.
She sputtered, her eyes flash
