Entering through the main door, Haven felt utterly exhausted from the efforts of the day, and she knew the night wouldn't be any easier either.
As she stepped in, a flash of red hair crossed her sight, and before she could fully grasp the situation, she found herself being hauled up the stairs and pushed into her room, with Abigail wearing an exhilarated expression that scared the wits out of her.
"Dress up time!" she exclaimed and Haven couldn't stop the groan that escaped her lips at the sound of her words.
Oh fuck.
"Don't tell me you were planning to wear a hoodie to the club," Abigail said, her eyes widening in horror at the thought. Haven pursed her lips, the faint motion conveying more than words ever could.
The next hour passes in a whirlwind of confusion. She's in the shower scrubbing away her tiredness and the next thing she knew, she's being tossed the clothes that almost made her eyeballs pop off.
