Matty’s POV
“I’ll take the couch,” I told Goldie as we looked around our new bedroom. It’s not as big as the bedroom I have at home. But it could easily accommodate a couple of people. What the hell was Mrs. Woodhouse going on about? No room for Goldie?
“Like hell you will,” Goldie responds. “You’re letting me share your bedroom. I’m not having you sleep on a couch when you have already been so generous. I am grateful, by the way.”
“You shouldn’t have to be grateful. They shouldn’t have messed up. Wait until I tell my dad about this?” I told her as I unzipped my case.
“What is your dad going to do about it?” Goldie asked me.
Crap. I am not supposed to let anyone know I am one of the Royal Beta’s children. Nor am I supposed to let anyone know I am the future Royal Bet
