/Ember's pov/
"No " Dee replies after a while and my forehead knits in confusion
"Probably you will like to tell me how to behave?" I ask her wetting the tray of food aside to concentrate on our conversation
"No" she replies shaking her head
"Why?" I ask raising my voice in frustration because this vibe that I am getting from her is just not it at all
"Because it is not my place" she answers
"But you are my best friend so you have the right to call me to order when I am wrong " I remind her
"Did I ask you to remind me?" She says with her russet brown eyes softening a bit and I sigh because I don't know what else to say
"So......Ember Weston, sleeping out is something that is out of your normal routine so do you care to explain?" she questions and I sigh
" in details " she adds
