Yes, by Tilly.

“Carly? The oven wasn’t on at all, what are you talking about?” Tilly called out as she crested the stairs. She knocked on the bathroom door loudly, only to see it swing open. She peered inside, finding nobody inside. “Carly? Where are you?” She called out. She tried all the doors, but found them locked. The only door still open was the art room, so she went to investigate.

She found Carly hunched behind the canvas, her face blushing. “There you are! What are you doing?”

“J-Just checking out the scenery. It’s really pretty out there you know?” Carly responded nervously. She hoped all Tilly could see were her bare legs, and head.

Tilt looked confusedly at Carly. “Well come on, remember you said we’re going to that Jazz club today?”

“I-I’ll be right there. Just give me a minute...” Carly said, nodding her head towards the door.

Tilly shot a confused look towards Carly. “...You’re acting awfully suspicious. Why are you hiding behind the canvas?” she questioned accusingly. Carly tried to come up with an excuse, but fumbled. “I-I uhh...”

Tilly began putting pieces together. “If she just took a shower, and all the doors are locked, and she asked me to go downstairs, what if she’s...”

Tilly looked suspiciously at Carly. “What are you wearing?” She asked with a grin.

Carly’s heart faltered for a moment. “No! She’s onto me!” Carly thought with a panicked gasp. “I’m-uh.... I’m only wearing a towel, that’s why I’m so embarrassed.” Carly spoke back in a wavering voice.

Tilly squinted her eyes, trying to find out if Carly was lying.