Chapter 349

Cecilia's pov Me, clinging to the doorframe, heaving my guts out while everyone else freaked out. Martha didn't flinch. Her voice cut through the noise, calm and in control. "Get some water. Help her to the couch. And someone clean up before we all slip." People moved fast. I barely registered who did what. Harper and Yulia got me to the couch, and I collapsed like a deflated balloon. Black dots danced in my vision. My stomach was empty, but I kept dry-heaving anyway. By the end, I was just shaking. "Cece, are you okay?" Harper asked, her hand cool against my forehead. I gave a weak wave, trying to say, I'm fine. I wasn't. Then I realized people were watching. Martha,Fiona,and Yulia were standing nearby, giving me that look older women get when they've already figured it out. My face went hot. "I'm sorry about the mess," I mumbled. "My stomach's been weird lately. Probably stress or something." Even I didn't believe it. They didn't say it out loud, but their faces did. They knew exactl