Amelia got home and applied some ointment to her burnt chest, and she felt better. She started preparing for the dinner party in no time.

She had gone to call Elena to help her pick an outfit, but when she went, Elena said she was busy, but would be with her in a few minutes.

“Amelia, I am less busy now. Can I come in?” Elena knocked on Amelia’s door and waited for her to answer.

“Yes, come in! I didn’t lock the door,” Amelia responded, ...