Elizabeth’s POV.
All that excitement from celebrating Sandra's departure from our presence for a few days was nothing compared to the actual happiness we were experiencing.
I was so happy I could barely eat.
Or drink.
Or sleep.
Or even bathe without dancing.
It was that good.
Even though I didn't feel like it, my best friend wouldn't let me stay back in bed.
“Remember you have the professor's class to deal with. Let's go.”
She managed to force me to have my bath and groom, and soon enough we were walking in the hallway, on my way to class.
I wished I could call her a brat in times like this, but all I could do was giggle. She knew what was best for me.
Always.
As Rose and I strolled down the narrow hallway of the mansion, laughter, and chatter followed the sound of our footstep
