Why me?

"Grace, what are you doing?" I held her wrist trying to stop her.

Not only did she look afraid but she muttered something to herself while trying to pack her things in a little brown leather suitcase on her bed.

Her room was smaller than mine when I was living in the basement but decorated well, with fresh flowers on the bed stand. Pure white duvet, and curtains that matched well with the flowery wallpaper on the wall.

The plain duvet and curtains gave it a nice contrast so it doesn't look busy. It gave your eyes somewhere to look at, and admire. Vintage.

I loved it but that wasn't why I was in her room. My mind just liked to wonder and not face the reality of any situation.

"I'm leaving this palace, and going back to my mother's pack." She answered without even looking at me.

I could see she was serious about her decision but that was too drastic.

We can talk about this situation and I'm sure we were going to come up with a plan to counter Laura's lies. She clearly can't keep