(Ralph POV)
The door was unlocked when Ulva pushed it open. She was looking tired. I knew she didn't want to stay till the end of the competition but she stayed anyway.
"Argh! I'm so tired" she groaned.
"Are you? Want some massage?" I asked, teasing her.
"Oh no, I don't" she said and smiled weirdly.
We heard someone clearing his voice upstairs. We raised our head at the same time to stare at the person, it was Amber.
"What are you doing here Amber?" I asked, frowning.
"Who's gonna dress the queen tomorrow? It's definitely me" she said proudly as she walked downstairs. That was one thing I hated of my sister. She was too proud. I saw the way Ulva was glaring at her. She stood up from the couch and folded her arms, standing before Amber.
"I'm old enough to dress myself up" she said.
