Amelia could not sleep that night. She could only wonder what happened inside the hospital room, but Eida refused to tell them anything. She dismissed the encounter with the Count as if it was nothing important.
She could tell it was anything but good, especially when she was dealing with the formidable Count. She would know since she had grown up with Lance. She knew how controlling his father was.
She would admit that compared to her father, the Count was much better because she could see that he cared about Lance, unlike her father, who only wanted to use her.
"Oh! Why is it so hard to sleep?" She mumbled as she covered her head with a pillow, blocking the little light from the window and the almost inaudible sound brought by the mild wind.
She had been turning in her bed, unable to sleep as different thoughts went through her mind, thinking about her friend's current pregnancy with no father condition.
