Bella
Daphne pulled me up from the table and led me upstairs. We passed my door, and the doors to the brothers’ rooms, to another door farther down the hall. “This is my room,” she said easily. The room was very, very purple. The walls were a pale violet color, the curtains were deep indigo, which matched the plum bedspread. Even the throw-rugs on the hardwood floors were various shades of lilac.
“I know, right? I went through a purple phase in high school.” She said with an easy laugh. “I even dyed my hair purple. Well, it came out kind of magenta. I’m over it now, I suppose I could redecorate the room, but ya know…” She shrugged and patted the bed next to her. “Come on, let's talk.”
I eyed the bed cautiously. Sitting on the beds had been strictly forbidden in White Pines.
