By the time Yvonne got back, it was already late at night. The bottle of water Kenneth had given her was sitting on the coffee table in the living room. She went straight into the bedroom, showered, and dropped onto the bed.
Her body still felt rough, and her stomach was unsettled, but she hadn't slept much the night before, so she fell asleep quickly anyway. She had expected a pounding headache the next morning, but surprisingly she felt fine. It was probably the hangover pills from yesterday.
The moment she woke up, a smell of food drifted out of the kitchen. She opened the door and saw a young woman in an apron inside.
"Well, look who's finally out of hiding," Yvonne joked.
The young woman was Yvonne's close friend, Nina Stone, a designer.
"Yvonne, you're up at last. The soup's alm
