Amelia’s POV

The restroom was quiet and beautiful, even though one could hear a little music coming from the outside. The restroom had soft golden lights and scented candles placed neatly along the marble sinks. It also smelled like lavender and something faintly floral. For a moment, it felt really peaceful.

Someone then opened the door, almost immediately. And then I turned around and stopped.

"Beth?" I said, confused. She stood by the door, arms crossed, her face ...