Violette POV
“Dear Goddess, Violette! You’re burning up!” Sylvia’s voice was shaky and loud.
“Already? She wasn’t running a fever just a few minutes ago. Alright, Violette. Take this, it’s stronger than the other mixture I gave you.” Ms. Beatrice said. She handed me a cup of hot liquid. I swear to the Moon Goddess the smell of it singed my nose hairs.
I quickly chugged the contents. It burned my throat with a force and made me choke out. Lillian placed her hand on my stomach to console me, but I writhed in pain at her touch. My stomach is on fire.
“What’s wrong?” Ms. Beatrice asked. She lifted up my dress and gasped loudly. Lillian looked and then her face turned white from whatever she was seeing.
“Goddess.. why is she so bruised?” Sylvia asked.
“Bruised? What do you mean?” I asked
