Hours later.
Inside Javier's room.
Delya slowly stirred.
Her eyes looked at the ceiling, the familiar sight she always saw whenever she woke up.
She blinked twice and turned her head. Seeing Felicia beside her, sleeping. She slowly sat up and glanced around, noticing Liana and Gloria were also asleep.
She stretched gracefully, a soft mumble escaping her lips.
Her eyes drifted around the room and landed on the tower of books on the floor and the small wooden blocks scattered on the study table.
Hmm? Where's Mimi?
She glanced at the bed again.
Only Liana, Gloria, and Felicia.
I wonder where she went…
Is she in the bathroom?
Delya raised her palm gracefully as she yawned, then slowly, gently slid off the bed and walked toward the bathroom inside the room. She noticed it was empty.
She shrugged and stepped inside, relieved herself, and washed her face.
After washing her face, she reached for the towel nearby and wiped her face, dabbing it slowly while looking at the mirror.
