The third point of view:
Her room was magnificent - as expected from her mother - but then, it was lonely. Ailee laid on her bed staring at her golden gilded ceiling, bored out of her mind. Ailee could not sleep; she was not familiar with her new room.
She stretched carelessly, the bed was super large -a queen size- capable of containing her, Allen, and probably Isabella as well. She couldn't help but imagine all two of her brothers sharing the bed with her.
However, it was a useless wish. Allen would make sure Neon doesn't come near her, talk more to sleep in her room. She couldn't even understand why Allen was so jealous of the harmless Neon? Her brother was simply a bully.
