Part 47

Celina ended up walking in a room that resembled a lot like a small study. She wasn't in the mood to retrieve to the kitchen, stare at Beth and Avery's stoic faces. They were still upset with her. Not her fault.

The room she entered was mainly was a sitting room or one of many reception rooms; she had no bloody idea. The Castle was so massive that the eighteen-year-old barely remembered the rooms. Maybe because the maid headquarters and the Prince's room were her most visited ones, she never bothered to explore beyond that.

Once inside the room, she admired the bookshelves lining the walls, a small table and upholstered chairs, a plush velvet ottoman and a crystal chandelier. It was too fancy to be a small study. Then again, anything could be possible in a Castle like this.&n