Inside the room, Yasmin, who was sitting at the dressing table applying facial cream, heard the sound and frowned. She knew who it could be, and then she relaxed with a deep smile on her lips.
She loosened her white bathrobe, played with her curly hair, looked at her charming self in the mirror, and then stood up with satisfaction. She took a look at the closed bathroom and turned to open the door.
The door opened, and Yasmin's slender and graceful figure immediately appeared in front of her. The words Ava wanted to ask were stuck in her throat.
Seeing Ava standing outside the door, she deliberately opened the door wider, and said, "Do you... want to talk to me about something?"
As expected, she saw the clothes placed on the sofa, as if possessed, and could not move her eyes away. A sharp pain pierced through her heart, and the pain was so severe that Ava almost suffocated.
