The door to the ward creaked open slowly, and a brunette-haired, strikingly beautiful woman poked her head inside. Her eyes quickly scanned the room, landing on Lyra lying calmly on her med bed, while a doctor sat beside her, conducting routine check-ups.
Lyra's gaze shifted immediately to the door, and the moment she saw Veronica, a bright smile spread across her face.
Startled, Veronica jerked her head back out in a small panic, pressing herself against the wall outside. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, steadying her nerves.
A moment later, she walked into the ward—shoulders square, spine stiff, trying so hard to appear stoic that she looked like someone battling constipation.
Naturally, Lyra didn't let it slide.
She grinned wildly, teeth flashing, mischief dancing in her eyes.
