Samantha went to the powder room to cool down. Beads of sweat adorned her forehead as she remembered what had happened and why she found herself standing in the middle of the hallway.
She overheard two ladies chatting about her as she reached for the door. Curiosity kicked in, so she paused to listen. The door was slightly open, and she discreetly leaned in to catch a glimpse of the person inside. It turned out to be Vivoree, her college schoolmate, and Pinky, her friend. They were busy fixing themselves, applying lipstick, and combing their long hair in front of the wide, clear mirror on the wall.
