But last night was a bit special. She purely suffered through the night for other reasons, only to find herself with a sore neck from lying on the carpet without hearing the rest of the story.
"Perhaps."
Erin smiled with relief, not thinking much of it, and walked gracefully towards the restaurant filled with the aroma of butter and toast.
"Let's go, let's try the Colin family's breakfast."
Theresa smiled and placed a hand on her chest, nodding slightly.
"Yes, Your Highness."
...
The guests and hosts have separate dining areas, and the two parted ways downstairs in the annex, each heading to different places along the corridor.
Meanwhile, at the corner of the first floor.
Vivian leaned against the cold wall, her small hand clutching her chest, panting heavily as if she had just escaped the dungeon of the Holy City.
She extended her trembling little arm and wiped her forehead of imaginary cold sweat, her scarlet eyes full of terror.
Too frightening.
