Maya's POV
I attacked my toothbrush with aggressive strokes, desperate to cleanse every lingering reminder of what had just happened in the bathroom. The minty freshness that usually soothed me now felt overwhelming and harsh against my sensitive mouth, forcing me to ease up before another bout of nausea could strike.
After spitting into the basin, I rinsed repeatedly and doused my face with icy water. My mirror reflection revealed someone pale and exhausted, though nothing some strategic makeup couldn't remedy. At least my gown had survived the ordeal intact, which felt like a small miracle given the circumstances.
The bedroom door crashed open and banged shut, accompanied by Penelope's unmistakable voice calling out.
"Maya? Where have you vanished to? Half the party is wondering where you went."
I exhaled heavily before emerging from the bathroom.
