Lina woke up in the morning with a throbbing headache. She only woke up to her housekeeper's gentle nudging and the sunlight peeking through her windows. She groaned, shielding her gaze.
"Not now, Auntie…"
"Madam, it is already one in the afternoon."
Lina woke up faster than a zombie. She shot out of bed, grabbed her alarm clock and nearly screamed in fright. She had less than one hour to get to the Academy of Fine Arts! Besides that, she was wondering why Estella wasn't calling her.
"My clothes, my clothes!" Lina cried out, hobbling around the room to desperately search for her underwear. She felt a chill between her thighs and wondered why.
"Already prepared," the housekeeper said.
"And my underwear—"
"On top of the pile," the housekeeper continued.
"Oh but my socks—"
"On the pile as well."
"O-oh."
