chapter 37
At Sofia’s house… The morning sun filtered weakly through the tall windows, revealing the full damage of the previous night. The house was a mess. Empty bottles lay scattered across the floor, glasses overturned, food leftovers dried on plates and counters. Streamers hung loosely from the ceiling, some torn, some trampled. What had been a birthday celebration now looked like the aftermath of chaos. Sofia’s aunt stood in the middle of the living room, hands on her hips, sighing deeply. “This is unbelievable…” she muttered. She had arrived early with a group of cleaners, knowing there was no way she could handle everything alone. The cleaners immediately got to work, picking up bottles, sweeping broken glass, and gathering trash into large black bags. Sofia’s aunt headed straight for
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