Author's point of view

The room was dark, only the dim light from the chandelier swayed faintly above, painting soft shadows across the golden wallpaper. Bianca lay on her bed, staring at the ceiling but she saw nothing. Her mind kept replaying everything that had happened earlier today. How dare Zerina confront her?

She remembers the shock on Zerina's face when she was caught with Melissa, that fucking disgust in her eyes.

"Like she had the right to judge me." Bianca hissed in ...