{Jaylin}
Jaylin checked her reflection in the mirror one last time, scrutinizing every detail of her appearance. Hair neatly braided? Check. Uniform perfectly pressed? Check. Not a single wrinkle or imperfection to be found.
[Perfect. Now I just need to escape without—]
"Jaylin! Are you still here, sweetie?"
[Damn it.]
Margaret's voice carried through the door with that frustratingly cheerful lilt that seemed to follow the nim woman everywhere. Jaylin briefly considered pretending she'd already left, but knowing Margaret, she'd probably just barge in anyway.
With a resigned sigh, Jaylin opened her door to find Margaret already standing there, hand raised to knock. As usual, the nim woman's impressive chest was practically at eye level, making Jaylin's face heat up uncomfortably.
"There you are!" Margaret beamed. "I thought you might have left already. Have you had breakfast? Let me fix you something before you go."
