Amabell's POV
I sat there with my knees to my chest and my chin resting on them, waiting. The towel was barely covering me but it didn't really matter. I listened as the footsteps neared the door and slowly rose to my feet. A knock soon followed. "Amabell? Are you alright?" Jordana's voice came from the other side. I glanced at the shower, which was hidden by the pulled curtain, then sighed. I looking back at the door as it opened.
"Yeah," I said, giving her a smile. "I'm fine. Just getting out." I pulled the towel tight over my body and tucked it together so it wouldn't fall when I dropped my hands to my side. Jordana poked her head in and scanned the bathroom as if looking for something. When she found nothing, she turned back to me and smiled a sweet smile.
"Did you get enough rest?"
