Not Approved

MIA’S POV

What is happening to me? I felt so weak. Vera was in front of me shouting. Then she gave me water, forcing me to drink. I took a sip and close my eyes.

After a few seconds I felt my stomach grumbled and puke. God, that felt better! Vera check my eyes and poured something in my mouth.

“This will make her feel better. She’s dehydrated. Did you have a drink last night?”

“Yes, Aunt Vera, just a few drinks.”

“That’s why,” Vera told the housekeeper to cook some soup and demanded to do it quickly.

She came back and check my pulse then check my eyes. I feel better, but my head still span when I move.

“She’s regaining color. Give her the soup and let her rest. She needs more sleep and water. I suggest your friend shouldn’t drink alcohol when she’s anemic. It’s too dangerous.”

Cheska stood beside the couch with her hands on her waist. She shook her and took her phone.

“Is she stress lately? Because if she is then your friend must be suffering from poor sleep which causes her hem