The birds sang a little louder than usual, waking me from what little sleep I had. Moving from room to room did not make my beauty sleep go any easier. I sighed, feeling the onset of fatigue sapping my usual energy, as I clawed myself out of bed. I pulled on my clothes: a black dress with a black lace cardigan.
"Wow!" a gasp escaped his lips as he watched me step through the bedroom door.
I froze and studied him for a moment.
"What are you doing here?"
"I needed to speak to you, about last night..."
I rolled my eyes. "If you're here to insist you didn't kill my father, then I don't believe you had nothing to do with it. Both you and your father had everything to do with it."
He took a step back, frowning. "My father...?" he dragged a hand down his pale face with a sigh. "That's
