Nathalie was in her room to rest after a brief meeting with Arnold and Theodore—maybe Johannes as what his father would say. She kept her conspicuous attire, the one she had for New Year's Eve, hidden deep inside the closet.
'Even Arnold holds resemblance to her father, William.'
Right off the bat, Arnold coming back so soon was alarming to her, she knew she had to make haste.
'Time to keep the clothes in a safe place; these shall be useful soon enough.' With a click, she heaved a light sigh as she grazed her fingertips over the polished surface of the closet door.
'I'm in this magical world I created, and I shall start living as the monster in this story. The question is, will I ever be, though?'
Nathalie turned around, leaning her back against it while arching her neck.
'Right, my sling bag and manuscript.'
She rushed to bed then grabbed her sling bag and her manuscript beneath the pillows and placed it within the vanity's special vault.
