Livia POV
I damned the mosquitoes buzzing relentlessly around my ears as I clambered up the sturdy tree branching close to my room window. A soft creak cut through as Livyana pushed the bedroom window open, her anxious face appearing in the faint moonlight.
My skin was already burning from the several mosquitoe bites, I hated mosquitoes but we lived close to a swamp, life was really dealing with us in this part of May town.
"Hurry up, Liv!" Livyana whispered frantically, reaching out to help pull me over the sill.
The second my feet hit the floor, a loud knock rattled our bedroom door.
"In the bathroom, go!" Livyana hissed, pushing me toward the adjoining door.
I bolted inside, turning the lock just as the main door clicked open.
"Why aren't you two downstairs yet?" my mother's voice drifted into the bathroom. "Your father is waiting."
"Livia is a bit unwell, Mum," Livyana answered smoothly, her voice a calm, convincing balm. "She’s throwing up. We'll be down in a minu
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