Yuna POV
Great, Lord Mccoy said, you'll be staying in my room.
Charlotte remarked, sounding more irritated than ever. I had always admired her, even though she was only a year older than me.
But seeing her now made me realize how luxury can change a person. She paced around the room, scoffing and clenching her fists in frustration.
Unable to calm down.
Charlotte, it's only temporary. Soon she'll be gone, and you can have your room back.
Her mother reassured her, gently patting her on the back to soothe her. I felt like such a burden sitting on the mattress they had hastily laid out for me.
But there are so many other bedrooms, Charlotte grumbled.
If she gets her own room, it means she's staying here permanently. Try to understand, we don't want that, right?
Aunt Emma muttered unde
