I was in the lounge, full-on spiraling after everything that went down.
Who knew my first laundry day would end in complete disaster?
I didn’t even notice Giselle until she sat beside me, eyes widening when she saw the tears running down my face. Yep. I was crying—real crying this time. No faking it. I couldn't even stop if I wanted to.
Miss Pen had yelled at me. Like, really yelled. It was the first time someone other than my dad ever got mad at me like that—and honestly, it stung more than I thought it would.
“Amelia, what happened?” Giselle asked, gently rubbing my back as I sobbed into my palms.
I sniffled. “I-I stained Master Ryou’s clothes,” I choked out, trying to hide my face even more. “I didn’t know I wasn’t supposed to mix whites with colors!”
“Oh no…” she whispered. “Amel
