Author's POV
Nothing was enough to stop Vanessa. Her mind kept running wild with thoughts. It was either she separated Ava from her brothers or nothing else.
A lot had already happened; she had lost face before her brother, and as she sat there in the vast expanse of her room, she meditated on her next move.
In a reckless fling, she tossed herself on her soft mattress, her body sinking into the clean sheets, offering relaxation to her stressed muscles, yet her mind couldn't be at rest.
She buried her face in her pillow and let out a muffled cry. Each time, she felt as though she continuously lost to Ava, but she wasn't going to let that be her fate for much longer.
The warmly colored, dimly lit room and the faint smell of lilies weren't enough to take her mind off what bothered her so
