Saving damsels in distress

"Girls, we need to talk," Lily said, her tone laced with a hint of amusement as she glanced between Raven and me.

Caught off guard by the interruption, Raven and I exchanged sheepish looks before turning our attention to Lily and Irene, who stood in the doorway of my bedroom.

The sunlight filtering through the curtains painted a warm glow around them, accentuating the concern etched on their faces. Irene's expression was more serious, her brows furrowed with a motherly worry, while Lily's lips curved into a barely concealed smile, betraying her amusement at the situation.

Raven shifted slightly beside me, her presence reassuring as we awaited the impending conversation. My heart raced with a mixture of embarrassment and anticipation, unsure of what was to come.

"Raven, what are you doing here? Don't tell me you stayed over last night. When did you even come?" Irene's voice was gentle yet firm, her concern evident in the way she studied Raven.