Afina hurriedly turned off the shower and stepped out of the bathroom, her brows furrowing with concern. She couldn't help but feel a sense of unease whenever Matron Valentina was involved.
Gia, shrugged in response to Afina's questioning remark, whispering, "I'm not sure, but she's summoned all the High House Scholars."
Frustrated, Afina grumbled as she briskly dried her body with a towel. Meanwhile, Gia rushed into the closet to retrieve a neatly pressed uniform for Afina.
Afina swiftly applied moisturizer to her skin and added a touch of deodorant before Gia returned.
In her haste, Gia returned with a hanger, holding Afina's uniform. "Hurry, my deity. We mustn't draw Matron Valentina's attention," she urged, aware of the impending footsteps and chatter of the other girls outside the room.
The mounting noise only heightened Gia's anxiety. "The others are already leaving! Oh dear," she fretted, tapping her foot anxiously on the floor.
