Althea’s head throbbed with excruciating pain as she got up and walked out of the bedroom.
She still wore a pair of silk shorts and a silk slightly lose tank top, without any bra, leaving the firm and erected buds out to enjoy the day.
Her hair were disheveled and her breath obviously still smelled of the garlic bread that she had the night before.
She rubbed her eyes, trying to open them wide and move away any gunk that she had at the corners.
She walked down to find her mother standing in the kitchen, with Irene sitting inside the living room and having her breakfast.
Althea walked inside the kitchen and poured herself a glass of milk.
The two mother and daughter remained silent, until Monique decided to break the ice.
“So, what do you plan to do now?”
Althea looked at her mother
