Ivonne's POV
Lora went still, her eyes widened and her mouth gaped open in a perfect 'o'. "Lora?" I called her name in question and waved a palm over her face to see if her gaze would follow my fingers.
It didn't, instead she dropped to a seating position with a flop, her hair flaring up and she bounced on the cushion due to force, nonetheless her expression remained the same.
"Lora?" I called again and grabbed her by the arms, shaking her. Her body and head moved but it seemed her facial features was moulded and didn't alter even for a second.
After a few tries, I moved my head from left to light in exasperation, rising from the bed and leaving her that way. I went to the bathroom where I had a simple shower and got changed.
Clad in another pair of loose-fitting shorts but a red one this time and a brown crop top, I slid my feet into one of the flip-flops provided and directed my stare to Lora had changed from a sitting to a lying position.
