Chapter 37: Cleaning Duty (2)
"Oh, so you do feel bad, huh?!" Sera huffed. "Well, thanks! But I don't need your pity!"
Sehe spun around—only to miscalculate her footing. The heel of her shoe caught on the edge of the bucket she had so carelessly placed behind her.
Clatter—splash!
A tidal wave of soapy water erupted from the bucket, arcing through the air in slow, inevitable motion before crashing down.
Right onto Verena.
The shock stole her breath.
The icy water soaked through her thin sleepwear instantly, the once-flowing fabric now clinging traitorously to every curve of her body.
Droplets traced shivery paths down her skin, her damp hair sticking to her neck and shoulders.
Sera froze, eyes flicking downward before snapping back up, her lips parting slightly, then curling into the smuggest smirk Verena had ever seen.