I walk two steps behind them, and as we go, I realize their rooms must be in a completely different hallway than mine. I thought we were all in the same one, but apparently I was wrong—and as we go further, I confirm it. This hallway of the castle has much more life and movement than mine. Along the way, I see several double doors wide open where girls are chatting. They look up when they see me and fall silent until I’m out of earshot. And so it goes, door after door, until we reach one in particular.
This room is very similar to mine. Same furniture, same style, except for the colors, which here are more vivid and loud. Near the balcony, which is just as shut as mine, there’s a tea table filled with every imaginable delicacy. Around it are two more girls who look at me with curious expr
