Amelia leaned on the table to peer at Mia, her eyes roamed over Mia's face, "you look good but a little bit pale. Don't you ever get hangovers?" Her voice held an accusation as she asked the question. Mia looked down at her plate of food, if only Amelia knew how heavy her head felt and how she was really feeling deep down, then, she wouldn't be asking such a question. She was dealing with something much worse than a hangover. "I do have hangovers and my head still hurts," Mia told her. " It doesn't look like that to me. I feel like I might die, why do I even have to come to work today?" Amelia asked in a complaining tone. Mia looked up at her. There were dark circles under Amelia's eyes, she could see it even with the make-up Amelia had on her face and she looked tired. Amelia turned her head to look around the cafeteria but her eyes fell on Marina, she frowned "why is she looking at you like that?" "Who?" Mia asked, her eyes filled with curiosity. "Marina", Ameli
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