Chapter one hundred and thirty six

Emily’s POV

“Why are you mopping around like a sad puppy?” Princess Carolyn’s voice cut through my thoughts with sharp, pointed accuracy. I had been standing in the same spot for over twenty minutes and I still wasn’t getting any work done. It was ridiculous. I couldn’t get it to move. In fact, I wasn’t even sure if there was something wrong with it.

I stared at her, not used to the fact that even though she had just come yesterday, she was the only one apart from Luke who spoke to me like a normal person as if I wasn't some sort of plaque she could put on the shelf whenever she wanted. I didn’t know why she talked to me like that. She had no reason to do so. We were barely acquaintances. But it made me feel good anyway. A little.

“What?” She scoffed when I didn't say anything.

“Nothing” I mumbled, but she wasn't having any of it. She narrowed her eyes, crossed her arms over her chest, and cocked a hip to the side as if she owned everything she saw as if nothing bothered her at all.