“Celeste, please, you have to help me!” Anora’s eyes blazed with fear, tears spilling down her face as Celeste quickly reached to pull her into the room.
“What’s going on? Did you get in trouble?” Celeste asked with worry in her voice, watching as Anora paced about with a tremble in her steps and tears in her eyes.
“I know I am the last person you expect to see, especially after how I have behaved these past few weeks, but please help.
I can’t take it anymore. I know that I am shamelessly here after what I did,” she cried.
“Yet you still helped me when I almost drowned that day, and you kept your grievances aside even when I tried to frame you, and you helped me live,
and Lady Nyssa will not let me live this down for getting caught, so she despises me,” she added bitterly.
“So what
