Lyla
I found myself in Melanie's room when I was dropped back off at the palace. Hafsa had parted with soft words that didn't register in my brain at all, but even if they had I wouldn't have cared. She could've given me the most sweetest and sincere apology even and I would still feel the same.
All I wanted to do was curl up in a ball and lay there until morning came and Hafsa's car came to pick me up.
“What should I wear?" Melanie held up two dresses, one of them a navy and the other a dark sage. “I want one that makes my eyes stand out."
I blinked blearily at her, barely registering the question.
Melanie had welcomed me into her room without batting an eye. She'd quickly hustled me over to a spot on her couch and settled me onto before dragging out an entire truck full of new dre
