Renée's POV:
After crying my eyes out for a few minutes I finally got motivated to get myself dressed. With his family here, it didn't seem like the time to just wear a pair of jeans and tank. I rummaged through the assortment of sundresses that was hanging in the closet till I found one that didn't seem like it would be to revealing. After grabbing a pair of dressy sandals that matched I walked into the bathroom and got my teeth and hair brushed. Hoping that the door was still unlocked I decided to go down and see if breakfast was available.
The door opened as I had hoped and as before, there was a guard standing there. Is he ever going to stop having guards everywhere? I would love to leave and never come back but I could never do that if it meant my family dying over it
