Episode 90

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SASKIA'S POV

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In his absence, I feel up to judging my surroundings. I’m in a poster bed with cobalt blue sheets, three matching pillows and a white comforter. I don’t like too many pillows taking up space, so this number is perfect. All three also fit snugly against my back as I haul myself up to sit.

My sight pans from one corner of the half-empty room to another. There’s a standard shelf and a small dresser, but that’s all. Woah. One thing that’s sure is Mikael sucks at making rooms more than just rectangular enclosures.

I’ve transformed my room at the pack into a place that, at first glance, looks to be the habitat of a living being. However, I’ve seen Mikael’s room. It’s so empty of decor and homeliness that it hurts to recall it. If we’re to constantly board at this house, we’ll need a new interior design, or I’ll be sleeping outside. Just an over-exaggeration, by the way.

Frankly, I’d expected the rest of the Georgian house to be as magnificent as its front, but obvi