tea

Morgan's POV

I instantly got up, the pain driving me insane. She had poured hot tea on my boobs.

"What is wrong with you?!" Thelma shrieked running over to me with a little towel in her hands.

Control yourself, control yourself Morgan. I took in a deep breath, the pain eating at my chest.

"Here." She said, handing me the towel.

"Thank you." I took the towel from her and wiped the remnant of the liquid off my chest but it was too late for the dress, it had already been ruined.

"Thank you so much Nova Bloom." Mia said. "For ruining my party. But also know that this would be the last party of mine, that you get to attend."

I dropped the towel on the table, picked up my bag, turned and left the party.

Holding everything in, I carefully drove home, like a good citizen would, reminding myself of the warning I had received the last time I had over sped, till I got home.

I got in the bath, my chest red due to the hot tea. I couldn't cry, or rather, I shouldn't cry. First, at the fundraiser,