Evelyn's p.o.v.
I don't like rain, it makes everything so gloomy. So colorless. Or maybe it's just my life that's tragic, and not this weather.
We are in a hotel room. It's luxurious. Probably the best hotel in Portland. Silas owns it, so it has to be best. It's five star and every room here has its own jacuzzi...and this one even has a swimming pool outside. The food is tasty, the television is as big as the wall. This mattress looks so soft, like feathers. Everything is so comfortable and beautiful. But despite this luxurious room and romantic weather, I can't seem to appreciate it.
It's hard to enjoy the trip when you're forced to take one.
After I fainted in my bed, one of them dressed me in a silky red gown, I am even wearing a crown. They packed my bag, at least I hope so the
