Third-person P.O.V.
When Karla returned to the room, Lydia was waiting for her. She noticed her puffy eyes and smiled gently.
"Do you want to talk about it, sweetie? I know what my brother did was wrong, kissing you like that, but I guess it was the only way for him to shut you up." Her laughter had woken Blue.
"You were a living hurricane back there, darling. Thank you, I truly enjoyed the show," she continued, teasing her friend.
"Lydia, stop it. Blue has woken up. Hey, baby, did you sleep well?"
"Yes. Where is my dad?"
"He must be somewhere in the house. Let's go find him and leave Karla to get ready for your party, okay?"
Taking Blue by the hand, Lydia left the room.
Finally, alone, Karla lay on the bed and buried her head in the pillow.
Karla's P.O.V.
Shit! Wrong pillow.
