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The next morning, I woke up only to meet with gifts in my room. There were so many that I couldn't do a count. Some of them were covered with clothes and others were left open. Last night queen Marlena was the last person that left my room. She forgot to close the doors. But how will she do it?
I was asleep when she left.
I dragged my body out of the bed and swished dryly on the floor. The first gift I picked was a box of strawberry cake. Without asking who kept it and why I started eating it immediately.
The cakes tasted so good that I did not know when I finished them.
Mother did not spend the night in the room, even the night before. She did not want to cause inconveniences for me in her room.
'What if these gifts are for her?' I stopped chewing and the cake choked me. What have I done in a hurry?
