What a life...

The next day, Kaylar reluctantly pulled herself out of bed and made her way into the bathroom to freshen up. As she looked at her reflection in the mirror, her eyes were bloodshot and swollen, adorned with prominent eye bags and dark circles. It was evident that she hadn't closed her eyes all night.

After hastily getting dressed in one of Mia's loose gowns, Kaylar joined her friend in the car as Mia drove her back to the mansion. The drive was filled with an unnerving silence, with Kaylar appearing lifeless and dull. Mia couldn't help but notice that her usually vibrant friend was nothing more than a shadow of herself.

As they arrived at the mansion, Mia gently tapped Kaylar on the shoulder, breaking the oppressive quietness. "We are here," she whispered. Kaylar stepped out of the car and made her way into the mansion, with Mia following closely behind. The usually bright and lively mansion seemed to reflect the heavy news of Wayne's death, shrouded in an atmosphere of gloom.

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