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Lotty dropped onto the edge of the bed, stretching her legs out, still catching her breath. “You’re not going to tell me what you’re doing?” she called after him. “No.” “That’s suspicious.” “You’ll see.” She heard the water start. A few minutes later, steam began to drift out from the partially open door. Lotty frowned slightly, curiosity getting the better of her as she pushed herself up and walked toward the bathroom. She stopped in the doorway. The large tub was filled. Steam curled up into the air, and the faint scent of something soft, lavender, maybe hung in the room. Bubbles. Actual bubbles.

Right now, I needed to unwind and wash away my stress. A beep from the tub indicated that it was full, and I glanced around for something to place in the bath. My gaze caught a bottle labelled LIQUID ROSE QUARTZ, which I thought was a stone, not something to pour into a bath. I skimmed the label, scoffed at its claims to enhance love, and tipped half the liquid into the water. It turned a flamingo pink, and strawberry-scented bubbles rose from its surface and popped like warm champagne.

These bubbles aren’t very bubblicious. I panic as I blame the bubbly soap I used that distinctly read ’Bubblicious’ above the warning label behind the bottle. I tuck my feet further in, hoping to cover what the bubbles won’t should they choose to dissolve completely before I figure out how to get Marcel to leave.