Monica pulled her hair into a bun, leaning in to stare at herself in the mirror. She frowned when she saw a small pimple on the side of her nose.
"Seriously?" She muttered, narrowing her eyes at it. "I didn't know pregnancy could cause acne even to werewolves." She used her index fingers to pop it, watching with a grin as it instantly healed, getting covered with fresh, clear skin. "That's better."
"Monica?" Viktor called out, knocking on the door.
"Come in," she said, leaning her back against the dressing table as she crossed her arms. He entered, looking around awkwardly, before his gaze set on Monica. "Sup."
"So I wasn't able to convince her," he sighed.
"Thought so," Monica shrugged.
"She's pretty adamant on leaving today. It seems like that jerk has told her it's important.
