Isabella's point of view
"Hey, Maya, you alright?" I asked when I saw Maya who was smiling moments ago, turn pale.
"No, it's okay" she sniffed and quickly put away a card from my view which made my brow raise in suspicion, " I just suddenly felt sick" came her silly excuse.
I mean, who was she kidding, it's a known fact that Maya is a terrible liar. Whatever she saw in that card that distressed her to this level must be bad. Since she didn't want me to know, I would not prod.
"You're sick?" Anabelle picked up on our discussion, she sandwiched herself between Maya and me, feeling her temperature with the back of her hand.
Anabelle pursed her lips, a look of confusion crossing her features as she tilted her head side to side contemplatively, "You don't feel sick to me" she observed.
"Someone doesn't always have to be physically ill to be sick" Maya, the lecturer began, "Sometimes you could be financially, mentally or emotionally sick"
