Scarlet’s POV
When we arrived, I stood before her door, my heart fluttered with unease. I rang the bell and waited while nerves were prickling my skin.
A few moments later, the door creaked open and Vespara stood there in her pajamas, hair a mess, dark circles under her eyes but still managing to flash a tired grin.
“Scarlet?” she blinked, surprised, and then pulled me into a hug. “You look amazing!”
I look completely different than the old times. No wonder she thinks that I look amazing. I feel amazing as well!
I hugged her back, chuckling softly. “And you look like hell.” I stepped inside with her. “How are you feeling?”
She groaned. “Tired. Nauseous. Hungry. I think I’m dying.”
I frowned in concern. “I brought you something from Elizabeth. For your morning sickness.”
Her face lit up with hope. “You got this from Elizabeth? She is a miracle worker.”
I nodded and handed her the herbal concoction. She took it gratefully and sipped it, making a face at the bitterness but downing it a
