Trouble
The party continued and Ida’s smile froze. Taking the opportunity to excuse herself for the restroom, she rubbed her sore cheeks and did some facial muscle stretching in front of the mirror. “Ugh.” Her stomach was doing twists and turns so she hurried into a stall. After emptying her bowels, she weakly walked to the sinks to wash her hands. Ida got ready to go back out only to be blocked in by the newcomers. Camilla looked at the empty stalls and then nodded at her friend to go watch the door. Ida looked at the menacing women warily. Is this a bully scene out of a third-rate drama? Ida shivered, suddenly feeling cold all over, and fought the urge to hurl. Camilla sneered and stalked up to Ida, jabbing a finger cruelly into Ida’s chest. “Don’t think too highly of yourself, Ida. Just bec
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