"Lise, Eileen, are you in there?" Zaya's voice called from the other side of the door.
I shot up, scrambling to find my clothes. "Yes, we're here!" I called back, my voice a bit shaky.
"It's time to eat dinner," Zaya replied, her tone a mix of amusement and impatience.
Lise and I exchanged a panicked look. We hurriedly began dressing, fumbling with buttons and zippers in our haste. I could feel my cheeks burning, the intimate moment we had shared still fresh in my mind. Lise, too, seemed flustered, her usually composed demeanor replaced with frantic movements.
"Do you think she knows?" Lise whispered, pulling on her shirt and glancing at me with wide eyes.
"I don't know, but we better hurry," I replied, slipping into my jeans and trying to smooth my hair, which was probably a mess.
