Melanie’s POV
Ralph helped me carry my bags inside the house but he didn’t go past the living room. He dropped the bag at the foot of the stairs and left after a bidding Alice and I a quick goodbye.
“What’s the bag for?” Alice asked, eyeing the bag suspiciously.
“Why? Do you think it’s a bomb?”
“Don’t joke about things like that, Melanie,” she said.
I laughed and shook my head. “Nothing of the sort. I just stopped by my apartment to grab a few of my things,” I said.
“Were you running out of clothes here?” she asked. “I thought your closet was fully stocked.”
“Yes, the closet was fully stocked and the clothes re beautiful. More expensive than I’ve ever owned in my entire life but I wanted my own clothes. Something that was mine so I stopped by my apartment and had tea with Phoebe,” I
