Kylie's POV
"I don't know but people who always enter that room without permission never live to tell the story," Aimee picked up a nail file and began to file her finger.
"Huh?" I was confused, it wasn't that deep, why kill?
"I'm joking," Aimee blew her finger with her mouth and looked at it, "I don't know anything about that room, I just know no one except Madam and Jaylen has access to that room."
"Kylie, is something bothering you?" Harper, the only reasonable person asked.
"No, it's nothing just curiosity," I returned the chair to the front of the dressing mirror where I took it from earlier, "I better go get ready."
"Where are you going?" Aimee dropped the nail file on the nightstand drawer next to her bed.
"I'm going to a wine opening with Don Jaylen tonight," I announced, I
