Tiara's POV
Just as I neared the door of my room, Nina rushed up to me. My heart missed a beat when I saw her. What if she was carrying a bad message? What was it this time? What was I to expect?
“Hey, I'm glad I caught up with you,” she said, a little out of breath.
“Why?” I asked, swallowing the urge to cry suddenly.
“Phoebe wants us to scrub her room too. She said she needs you to do it now. But I'm willing to assist you,” she said.
I nodded. So I hadn't escaped.
We walked back to Phoebe's room and started to work.
I scrubbed the floor, moving the brush in slow, careful strokes.
Phoebe liked perfection. Or rather, she liked making others work for it. I had learned that long ago.
I focused on my task, trying to finish as quickly as possible.
Then the door swung open.
Phoebe
