SPA

POV MARCELINE

Watching Stacy's face change from irritation to shock helped dissipate the small amount of terror I had initially felt when she knocked on the door. Her eyes wandered over us and noticed that we were only dressed in towels, our robes discarded on the floor below us. Her face changed once more to intense anger.

"What in the world are you both doing in there, alone?" she asked in a low voice.

"I don't see how that is any of your business," I snapped ...