"Amelia, are you okay?" Sabrina looked all concerned, but deep inside she was practically cheering.
"Stomachache..." Amelia muttered as she rushed to the bathroom.
A sly grin crept onto Sabrina's face. Worked like a charm. She had injected the grapes with a dose of laxatives the night before. Hmm, the effect took a bit longer than expected—maybe Amelia didn’t eat enough?
But whatever, it was kicking in now.
A few minutes later, Amelia came out of the bathroom.
Sabrina practically jogged over. "You sure you're alright? Want me to take you to the hospital?"
Amelia pressed her hand to her stomach and shook her head. "No need. Damien’s already waiting. I can't just bail on him."
"Then let me walk you out," Sabrina said as she slipped her arm around Amelia’s.
“Why are
