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Happy Reading

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Several times, Nina looked out the window of her room, peering at the residents of the next room who failed to show the bridge of her nose earlier. Nina saw that the door of Helena's room was still tightly closed, just like a few hours ago.

Helena should have been busy in the kitchen, and her voice should have echoed in every room. Either the shrill voice that sings full of self-celebration, whether the sound of complaints due to splashing oil or the like.

It should be like that.

However, this morning, Helena did not show any signs of her emergence. It made Nina uneasy, and she wondered what had happened to Helena.

"Don't tell me that she left early and deliberately didn't bring provisions because she was fasting?" Nina murmured as she drew her eyebrows.

Suddenly, Nina's hand, busy drawing eyebrows, stopped in the air. Her eyes looked at her reflection in the makeup mirror.