The moment Camilla stepped inside the room, her expression violently twitched.
The dorm looked catastrophic.
One side of the heavy oak bedframe was cracked, a chair had somehow lost two legs, cum-stained sheets were hanging halfway off the mattress, and shredded clothes were scattered everywhere like a hurricane had passed through the room during the night.
And standing in the middle of that disaster were three very awkwardly dressed women trying—and failing—to look normal.
Alicia was still wearing Arthur's oversized black shirt, hurriedly buttoning the lower half while pretending the situation wasn't completely absurd. Eveline had wrapped herself tightly in a blanket, hiding behind Alicia like that would somehow erase her existence. Althea was sitting stiffly at the edge of the bed in one of Arthur's loose shirts, wearing the exhausted, hollow expression of someone who regretted every decision she'd made in the last twelve hours.
