บท 229: Putrid Smell

"Sorry about the disturbance," Ava apologized after ending the call with Ollie. Tucking her phone in her pockets, she regarded herself in the mirror and adjusted her wavy locks and pushed it up to add more volume. Looking over her shoulders, she locked gazes with Olivia and asked, "What time is the party starting? It's late."

Laying on the bed with her hands resting on her stomach, Olivia glanced at the wall clock. The time read ten in the evening. Pursing her lips to hide her discontent, she uttered, "They'll be here anytime now. You look nervous, Sister. Can you, please, stay in one place. I feel like I'm watching Finn prance around the room."

"I don't think she's nervous," Emily disagreed, bumping Ava on the hip. She added more gloss on her lips and puckered it up. Playing with Ava's hair, she mused, "I think Mother Superior Ava is excited. Is this your first time playing dress-up?"