"Then should we still stick to the plan".
"Yes". Yvette replied casting a final glance at Nadia's frantic expression as she scratched her body vigorously, her whispered curses drowned out by the sound of music and laughter in the room.
As Yvette and Leila began to walk away, the ballroom behind them remained lively, filled with laughter, music, and chatter.
But then, a sharp clatter cut through the merry sound of clinking glasses and soft murmurs. The room collectively turned to see a wine glass crash to the floor, shattering into pieces.
It was Nadia.
She was now standing in the center of the room, frantically scratching at her arms.
Her face had turned pale, and bright red marks were rapidly appearing on her skin, as if it were being attacked from the inside out.
The panic on her face was unmistakable, her nails digging into her flesh as she tried to quell the unbearable itch.
