Questions flew left and right, overlapping one another as they tried to piece together the mystery that was last night.
Flustered, Heaven raised her hands in surrender, trying to fend them off like a celebrity cornered by paparazzi.
"Girls, please—one at a time!" she said, laughing nervously. "Let me wash up first, then we'll talk."
Her cheeks burned red, but she couldn't help giggling.
Despite her initial shame and fear, the energy in the room was infectious.
The girls weren't judging her—they were just dying to know every juicy detail.
With a towel still wrapped around her and clothes clutched to her chest, she made her way toward the bathroom, calling back over her shoulder with a teasing grin.
"Don't worry. I won't leave out the good parts."
The chorus of playful squeals and gasps behind her followed her all the way to the door.
Two hours later, the girls sat in stunned silence, their faces a mixture of disbelief, awe, and barely contained curiosity.
