Eliana's POV
Annabelle and I turned our heads at the same time. I got up from the bed and went over to the door. A third knock hit it and as I pulled it open, I found myself staring at Carmen's fist.
“What do you want?” I asked coldly, trying to suppress the anger that was building up in me.
Holding out her hand, she said, “Can I borrow your hair dryer? Mine suddenly started acting up and I need to use it urgently.” Even with the fact that she was asking for my help, she looked at me as if I was something that wasn't worth her time.
“Is that why you're trying to knock my door down?”
“Look, are you going to give it to me or not?”
I looked back into the room. Annabelle’s attention was focused on her phone. When I returned my gaze to Carmen, I caught her trying to peer into the room
