Heels clicked on the tile, slow and curious. A pause. Then a voice.
“Vivian?”
Her heart stopped.
Emily.
Vivian’s eyes shot wide as panic slammed into her. She frantically tried to pull herself together, patting her cheeks, fluffing her hair like that could undo the “I just got rearranged in a stall” look on her face.
She looked in the mirror and gasped. Her lipstick was smeared. Her neck? Kiss-bruised. Her eyes? Wrecked.
Jesus.
She looked like she had just escaped a hostage situation.
Emily appeared behind her, arms crossed, brows lifted.
“You… good?”
Vivian spun around, clutching her stomach. Her voice shot out like it was possessed.
“Girl, I just survived the most violent s**t of my life.”
Emily blinked. “Excuse me?”
“I’m talking exorcist-level,” Vivian continued dramaticall
