EVIE
Valentine's Evening
"I'm sorry it's not much," Kylie says, nervously brushing her couch down.
"It's perfect!" I say, spinning around in a circle. We hadn't made it out of the Castle last night, we had went straight back to my room after the party. Today we had been taking it slow, wandering around the grounds of the Pack, before Kylie disappeared for a few hours, having asked me to meet her at her cottage at seven pm. She had a cottage close to the castle grounds, not even a ten minute walk, and even in her short time here she had decorated it beautifully.
A plush grey suede with black scatter cushions is sat at an angle, a glass table in front of it. A large TV has been mounted onto the wall with every gaming console imaginable underneath, each in its own box of what looks to be
