AMELIA's POV
The doors opened, and Miss Brown entered.
“I'll take you guys to the guest room, so you can have a good bath and come out for dinner.” She said.
I looked at my clothes which had been on me for days, I hadn't taken a nice bath. I stood up, following her as she led us to the guest room. We walked in silence as the noise of our footsteps echoed through the hallway, filling my ears.
The images of the dead girl flashed in my head, and I groaned. It seemed the more I tried to wipe it out, the more it plagued me. Charles gave me a comforting hug before he left for his room.
Entering the room, I was awestruck. The room was designed like one made for a princess, and it was just a guest room. The walls were decorated with light which released warm colourful light. A large wardrobe
