**Georgia's POV
My jack*ss brother forbade any of us from talking to Rosalie, but he couldn't forbid me from walking past her tent from time to time. I longed to go in, but I didn't want to anger the Rogue King any more than he already was.
I was on my way to speak to Vicky, mostly just to vent since she had no answers either, when I saw a young girl stopping outside of Rosalie's tent. I looked closely to see what she was doing and noticed she had a bouquet of flowers in her hand, and it looked like she was praying.
When she was done, she placed the flowers by the tent and turned to walk away.
“Excuse me," I said, running up to her. “What's this for?"
Her eyes widened slightly, as if she thought she was in trouble. I forced a smile to my face, which felt unnatural, given my emotional
