Aziel, unable to withstand their curiosity, surrendered and allowed them to peruse the album. As he watched Sarah and the others giggling while they flipped through the pages, a gentle smile played upon his lips.

“Aziel, you look so familiar in these high school photos," Sarah marveled, her eyes wide in surprise.

But before she could delve any deeper, Aziel quickly snatched the album away, a flicker of agitation crossing his features.

“Let's drink," he said, his tone firm.

Sarah pouted, her bottom lip jutting out in a playful pout.

“Why are you taking it away?" she muttered, before turning her attention back to their beverages with a shrug.

“Come on, Aziel, Betsy, let's drink!" she exclaimed, eager to continue the celebration.

Ariana sipped her juice, lost in thought. Her gaze lingered on Aziel, who had taken the photo album away with a hint of nervousness. She couldn't help but wonder about the hidden history between him and Sarah. Perhaps it was a tale of love lost, with Sarah forgetting the details of their past.

With each passing moment, Sarah became increasingly inebriated.

Aziel scooped her up in his arms and took her to her room to rest. Betsy tried to follow, wanting to ensure Sarah's well-being, but was prevented by Ariana.

"You should get some rest too," Ariana gently urged.

"In your current state, you wouldn't be able to properly care for Sarah."

"Okay." Betsy rubbed her head and stumbled into the wall, mistaking it for her door. She struggled to push it open and asked, "Ariana, why won't this open?"

Ariana giggled as she guided Betsy to her room.

After ensuring that Betsy was comfortable, Ariana returned to her own room. The stillness of the room was suddenly overwhelming, causing Ariana to feel a pang of sadness.

She walked to the balcony and took a seat, staring at her phone with a blank expression. The hospital had sent her a reminder:

“Ms. Edwards, your scheduled abortion procedure is set for 3 pm tomorrow. Please make necessary preparations."

Sunlight streaming through the window woke Sarah up. She raised her hand to her eyes to block the dazzling light. She was still feeling a little drunk.

She held the "doll" in her arms and wanted to fall back asleep.

But then she realized she didn't have a doll on her bed.