"Hi girls you can all have the morning off" I smile at Anne and Lucy, walking towards my bedside table.
"You're room is lovely" I hear Alice comment, as I take the stack of books and place them on the bed. "You have a lovely view of the gardens" . I watch as Alice steps onto the balcony.
"I spent most of my time cooped up here" I laugh.
"I can understand why" She says only above a whisper. "Emily, I'm sorry", I watch as Alice turns to face me. "I never meant to be such a witch. It's just, I'd never really met anyone bellow a three and my father would always tell me horror stories about the lower castes. I never really gave you a chance. I just saw you as a five and I'm sorry for that", I see one teardrop. I've never seen Alice express anything close to sadness, but right now the girl is an open book.
"It's alright, I hope we can be friends?" I offer a smile.
"I would love that".
We make our way back into the room, spending the next hour going through the stack of romance novels. Smiling and laughing, I finally se the true Alice. The girl without her father looking over her shoulder. She's free and surprisingly kind. It's nice to know that I have two friends here with me. Even if there's not long left.
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The Elite
RomanceEmily has made it all the way to the Elite without even really batting an eyelash in the prince's direction. Does she really want this, to be swept up into the lavished life style that comes along with being Caydens one. Or will she revert back to h...
