Chapter Twenty-Eight: GUESS WHO SHOWED UP FOR BREAKFAST

Refusing to relinquish my anger, I stubbornly stayed suspended in midair until exhaustion overcame me and I fell asleep. It was only then that I plummeted with a thud onto the floor, and I cursed loudly, "Ouch! Darn that stupid witch!"

Upon regaining my composure, I noticed someone had considerately laid out clothes for me on the bed. There was a pair of jeans and a t-shirt, both in my size, which I was grateful for. I also found brand-new underwear and a bra, extending my gratitude to the unknown provider.

I carried spare makeup in my purse, which came in handy when I wanted to freshen up. After using the bathroom, I showered and blow-dried my hair.

The bathroom was well-stocked with a variety of female necessities—hair dryers, makeup, nail polish, curling irons, and crimpers—a veritable diva's paradise. However, I didn't need such an extensive array. I simply applied a touch of light makeup