Delilah woke up the next morning , not wanting to know what down stairs even looks like , but she had no choice so she rolled out of bed , put on a pair of torn tights from her old clothes and a stained t-shirt . She put on some sandals and went downstairs to see the damage -- that was luckily not too much .
" This isn't so bad . " she shrugged as she entered the living room and saw cups laying around everywhere , with some people passed out on the couch .
Delilah quickly grabbed a huge trash bag and started to round the place , picking everything up that was dirty .
She cleaned the house in a matter of two hours .
Emma slowly walked down the stairs as her eyes were slightly narrowed into slits , the daylight hitting her headache straight behind the eyes .
" It's so clean . " She
