Rosé,
The morning sun finally broke through the heavy clouds, spreading warmth after an all-night downpour. I stood in the kitchen, waiting for the coffee machine to finish its cycle, when I noticed Ivory walking out of her room. Her eyes were sharp, yet laced with an odd pity as they fixed on me.
Last night, Diana refused to sleep in my room and chose to stay with her Nans instead. I didn’t stop her. She needed space, and honestly, so did I. Still, her rejection stung. Diana could be as stubborn as her father, but yesterday's events felt like a deeper betrayal. A c***k in the fragile balance I had been struggling to maintain.
"Is she sleeping?" I asked Ivory, grabbing my coffee as the machine sputtered to its end. I tried to sound casual, but the weight of last night sat heavy on my
