Agatha’s POV
I shut the door behind me and finally let out the smile I had been holding back since I left the dining room.
Autumn might think she won today, but this isn’t over.
Not even close.
I walked slowly into my new room, looking around at the space they gave me. It was as big as before, more beautiful than what I used to have. Everything smelled new. The white curtains swayed lightly with the breeze from the window, and the scent of fresh flowers filled the room. Anyone else would be happy. But I wasn’t.
I was angry.
No, I was more than angry—I was burning inside.
Why is she always getting away with everything?
She made me give her my room. It's humiliating that I had to pack my things and those maids saw me. There's going to be rumors flying around that I'm not favored whic
