Awful makeover

Amelia got home and applied some ointment to her burnt chest, and she felt better. She started preparing for the dinner party in no time.

She had gone to call Elena to help her pick an outfit, but when she went, Elena said she was busy, but would be with her in a few minutes.

“Amelia, I am less busy now. Can I come in?” Elena knocked on Amelia’s door and waited for her to answer.

“Yes, come in! I didn’t lock the door,” Amelia responded, tossing more clothes from her closet.

Elena walked into Amelia’s apartment and searched the living room with her eyes. Her eyes fell on Amelia’s open bedroom door, and she walked to the door.

Her jaw slacked when she saw how scattered Amelia’s room was. So many clothes were on the floor, some on the bed, and even few found their way to her standing mirror.

“What in the rough’s name is going on here?”

Amelia, who was in towels, jumped at the sound of Elena's voice, she looked back and sighed after seeing how shocked Elena looked.

“Thank God, you